champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2002
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Only when it is obvious are we allowed to feel
the sweat trickling between our breasts
like blood on a pathway leading to a special
kind of hell, a hell with softer Sisyphusian
mounts, the buzzards at the top of each
delicate rise a strange mix of darkness
and pink. Pink like the inside flesh of peach
surrounding the pit, the pit full of a lady's
weapon, arsenic and cloying sweetness.
the sweat trickling between our breasts
like blood on a pathway leading to a special
kind of hell, a hell with softer Sisyphusian
mounts, the buzzards at the top of each
delicate rise a strange mix of darkness
and pink. Pink like the inside flesh of peach
surrounding the pit, the pit full of a lady's
weapon, arsenic and cloying sweetness.