with u gone i end up hurting myself a lot more. I don't start off meaning to,
but there's no one around to control the ebb and flow of it. I must be covered in bruises....
I know you know where all the paths are, the special spots, the things that i like.
You know everything, the skin of me that is worn smooth, the skin of me that is cool
from untouch.
You mediator, between the sparking black edges of pain and the fronds of my nerve endings, you administrator-- of touch of torture. You know the eloquent paths of hunger and excess, setting the skin on fire gently with soft breaths till it sparks smoulders raises the flags of flame reaches grows engulfs and subsides, glowing, from the touch of u, the intent.
But I. I am a greedy bitch, empty and left to burn away, the pain i want is etched there already, an itch along my ribs, my ass, my cheek the palm of hand, the inner thigh, an ache about my throat, pangs of hunger rake the most tender places The pain i sense of pressure unmatched, the negative burn of nothing, no one- skin, enclosing me, freefalling though air. Air that brushes me as gracefully as if there was nothing there.
I am a lazy master, a wicked wicked slave, I give what i demand, as hard and mean as i like it, fast and quick and heavy, bitch. I've checked, im covered in bruises b, and sittin here still, scratching words, my hunger unabated.
but there's no one around to control the ebb and flow of it. I must be covered in bruises....
I know you know where all the paths are, the special spots, the things that i like.
You know everything, the skin of me that is worn smooth, the skin of me that is cool
from untouch.
You mediator, between the sparking black edges of pain and the fronds of my nerve endings, you administrator-- of touch of torture. You know the eloquent paths of hunger and excess, setting the skin on fire gently with soft breaths till it sparks smoulders raises the flags of flame reaches grows engulfs and subsides, glowing, from the touch of u, the intent.
But I. I am a greedy bitch, empty and left to burn away, the pain i want is etched there already, an itch along my ribs, my ass, my cheek the palm of hand, the inner thigh, an ache about my throat, pangs of hunger rake the most tender places The pain i sense of pressure unmatched, the negative burn of nothing, no one- skin, enclosing me, freefalling though air. Air that brushes me as gracefully as if there was nothing there.
I am a lazy master, a wicked wicked slave, I give what i demand, as hard and mean as i like it, fast and quick and heavy, bitch. I've checked, im covered in bruises b, and sittin here still, scratching words, my hunger unabated.
