Hands trace the paths of night stars
The night drifts on, yet conversation is endless
A slight touch here, a hitch of static there
The noise of the night whisks away the sweet nothings that my voice feeds your mind
As the creaks of the mahogany bed mask the groans of our malignant pleasure
On your back, your skin speaks up, to what your lips wont say.
And your other lips command me to do what nature is best at doing
Our wills bend to the motion of our movement, barely taking heed
Our bodies bend to the wills of our minds, senses flying out of reach
To the end of our rope and back, fingers dance as sighs flutter.
And ropes of our love churned liquids start to roll on the brinks of our desires
Waves crash upon each other as our minds spin
Prance and sputter, our shores resign back from their memorable sin
Beating hearts sped to race, our breathing slows as we catch our breaths
The night's sigh shimmering the spot where we danced.
This was like a conversation poem -- some lines even rhyme : D! It's effing brill <3 It wasn't supposed to be errrr -- suggestive -- to start with, but...
The italisized words are the ones I wrote and the rest MJ wrote.










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Our actions really speak louder than our words...
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We live to protect what we hold dear. As long as you have that you can find the meaning on your own.
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Life...Hopes...Dreams...Where do they come from? And where do they go?
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I seek the fire within.
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[link] STRAWBERRIES!!!!!
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Hi. I am graduating high school this year. I am on HIATUS. :C
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"But why is the rum gone?" (Capt. Jack Sparrow)
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MERLIN
Maybe I should go around wearing a pointy hat.
If you wasnt such a clotpole you'd see that.
ARTHUR
Youre nothing but a hypocrite and a liar.
Merlin have you been on the cider.
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A drop of colour saves me from the fate I'm facing everyday
~Hyde
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