foreverlongerthanyou

and maybe you're a good excuse to say things, long, tragic, unending as your smiles i feel shaking over computer screens and wafting smoke through trans-atlantic tunnels of love or lust or whatever you call the something low the something cold and warm at once, i want, fingers across your stomach, lips on your neck just barely below your jawline, everything, everypart of you is world-bending to my mind.

can i have you just this one time and then maybe never again, or perhaps, just perhaps, forever?

2003-12-31 | 1:15 p.m.
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