Ahs Like Wha?

Can it really not mean much that you feel like heaven? That being around you makes me feel like I’m seven and it’s christmas and the corner is filled with a wrapped gift? Girl I want your hands I want your forearms and your wrists; I want possession – I’ll be honest. I think I know you want it. Over long months I have sought it, like a bug I somehow caught it in my chest and kept it there. I think the smoking lets it bear its fruitful flowering obsession – can you bend to my suggestion that a life without us loving is beyond all comprehension? I am after you so hard.

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~ by perfectionatrix on February 24, 2011.

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