she calls...the phone rings
i already know the deal
i know what she wants...
sex and the game she plays
my fucking soul....
a lost revelation that unravels
'round warm ankles...
sometimes only seconds can
separate an action
shes hides her kisses in a box
i give her enough time
to miss me though
what? would it be worth
if i showed my wanting...
two slithering silhouettes
in the shadows
of slippery flesh
how i miss her swaying
kiss when shes gone
though i'd never tell her
wenelson2009
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