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Nov. 23rd, 2004 03:18 amAsanti sana asquash banana...
It's on nights like this, when the moon is just a glow behind diaphanous clouds and gossamer dreams that I can believe.
I look at the sky, and dream of flying.
If you wanted to sink your teeth into my throat and feel my blood pulsing beneath your lips, flowing into your mouth, I'd let you.
And I know you want to.
Winds blow between the stars, over my skin, and I wish I could smell rain in the air.
The red rose lying on my floor means nothing.
My teeth belong at your throat.
It's on nights like this, when the moon is just a glow behind diaphanous clouds and gossamer dreams that I can believe.
I look at the sky, and dream of flying.
If you wanted to sink your teeth into my throat and feel my blood pulsing beneath your lips, flowing into your mouth, I'd let you.
And I know you want to.
Winds blow between the stars, over my skin, and I wish I could smell rain in the air.
The red rose lying on my floor means nothing.
My teeth belong at your throat.
