Lucid in my reasoning, I pay close attention to the slippery softness of your pleading~
Pretending to disguise that the fire is cool to the touch but burns hot in our courage, I watch you squirm and release a comforting sigh~
Reach for me…. Open my desires…. Enslave me…. Give me authority to proceed~
Our minds incriminate our actions, we are summoned by destiny, biting at the vibration of our vow, litigating the cravings that cannot be quenched~
No more broken promises, our imprisonment is no longer required, we are free to be alive~
Karla Arce © 07/22/2009
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