Wednesday, July 4, 2012

My sweet pill how you make me feel chill

Dear Percocet,

I want you to know how you make me feel, deep inside the earth moves me with
every moment I embrace you. I feel good, I feel great last for a few hours until the next break.
I see you have water as you companion so down I drink. So loopy and sweet I cannot think
lips so dry, laying alone feels so awry, touch me tease me I need for a human to touch me so
orgasms so strong, leaving me alone would be wrong so wet I become screaming toes curling
as my moment is reached ...feel the wind, feel the touch, nothing else is...moving. I dance in the mist with my still body waiting for the right time to laugh to move...is forevermore. laying in this motion is best. I will never let you go.

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