
There is a fine line between love and lust, but it matters more than anything.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 136 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 04-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2344295
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Broken wet drops slither
Off my bare shoulders you
Have unmasked in the dark
Slowly gracing melancholy
Hands rising up my back
Surfacing goose bumps to
My moonlight skin
Drinking in the painful
Kisses breathing torture
Songs into my mouth
Killing me
So beautifully broken and
Searching in your hollow
Eyes that shine in the most
Amazing way that somehow
I am lost in their shallow
Gleam of sunrise pretending
To be more than what they
Seem and praying to my
Body that is already
Enslaved
To the deepest depths of
Space and time retreating
Leaving you and I to die
Here in each other's arms
Without love to hold on
To our beating hearts just
Two more people losing
Themselves to our flesh
Bodily rights broken in
The morning embrace
This isn't love
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