Sinseria
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The Waking Dream
The Waking Dream
Crossed my arms
Along the shower wall
To wrest my weary head
While the water
Scolded down my porcelain soul
You came from behind
As a shadow unseen
Ran your finger tips
Gently down my naked spine
Placed your lips to my ear
And as a poem to play
Your words sincere
Whispered into my ears
“You are mine”
While you pressed your body to mine
Pinning me to the wall
Placed your lips upon my neck
And bit like a viper
Traced your tongue to taste my salted flesh
As you sealed it with a kiss
And so I was made
Formed as putty and clay
A finger painting without restraint
Caressed by your passion
Transformed and touched
As an object of lust
Helpless as a whore
Simply begging
“Please
I am yours”
Impaled by desperation
Sanity beholds
The waking dream
The Waking Dream
Crossed my arms
Along the shower wall
To wrest my weary head
While the water
Scolded down my porcelain soul
You came from behind
As a shadow unseen
Ran your finger tips
Gently down my naked spine
Placed your lips to my ear
And as a poem to play
Your words sincere
Whispered into my ears
“You are mine”
While you pressed your body to mine
Pinning me to the wall
Placed your lips upon my neck
And bit like a viper
Traced your tongue to taste my salted flesh
As you sealed it with a kiss
And so I was made
Formed as putty and clay
A finger painting without restraint
Caressed by your passion
Transformed and touched
As an object of lust
Helpless as a whore
Simply begging
“Please
I am yours”
Impaled by desperation
Sanity beholds
The waking dream
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