by Caleb May 5, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
"Undress, my love; show me your infection - show me your wounds. Lay engulfed within the heat of my mere existence until we reach our capacity and sleep around the regret waiting for our feet to feel the cold, grey carpet. I mutter these three words shaking in fear of losing my dearest phenomonom in the wake of our intimacy yet in hope that you, my gift from the gods, share the same emotions. I love you." |