Run your fingers down my back till I get a chill
and in our kiss comparisons with the hunger to kill.
A bite mark, but not to break the skin
for there's godly good pain and bad pain that's a sin.
You have prejudice with compassion and need
and when it comes to lust I'm sure I'm in greed.
I shudder in contemplation
of our induct justification.
You breathing in my ear
confronting my fear.
Sweat dripping onto the sheet
and end up doing the feat.
Shiver in anticipation
and shudder in contemplation
since it seems I know my station.
I Know who I am and who you want me to be
with me blindfolded down on one knee.
So maybe things aren't as the supposed
but when it comes to what I want, The nose knows...

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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