Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Keep me and then leave me to bleed. If looks could kill wouldn't need all the Pills. Swallowed hole and out of reach. Unsafe enough for now.

Sex talk is a secret language. Where your body is a sentence.
Girls who wear their thongs higher than their pants;
'I'm here, I want sex, from anyone.'

Where the act of eating an ice cream cone says;
'Take me, I'll make your dreams come true.'

Brush of the hands;
'I wanna touch you.'

A quiet giggle;
'I like you.'

A longing look;
'I need you.'

The way she looks up at you while she's taking a drink;
'Tonight is the night.'

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