the sky was blue
his hands touched me....
my eyes squint against
the dainty effects of the
sunlight hiding against
the curtains.....
my eyes were glazed over,
i was distant,
not fully there
underneath loose sheets
that burned my flesh.....
they were still
hot as the blazing sun....
He used to call me Brown Sugah
because my skin was so
sweet....
used to touch me in the
way that i knew i had
his soul cluched in my hand
somewhere
the wind blew softly against
my skin.....
This heaven was different...
he located the spots that
made my tempature rise...
astonished at the way
his fingers felt, how i
felt my way through
myself....
again....
i was floating
and skipping
and darting
through a time where
war didn't matter
and i could chill
with a cheetah without the rick
of getting bitten....
it was bliss...
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his hands touched me....
my eyes squint against
the dainty effects of the
sunlight hiding against
the curtains.....
my eyes were glazed over,
i was distant,
not fully there
underneath loose sheets
that burned my flesh.....
they were still
hot as the blazing sun....
He used to call me Brown Sugah
because my skin was so
sweet....
used to touch me in the
way that i knew i had
his soul cluched in my hand
somewhere
the wind blew softly against
my skin.....
This heaven was different...
he located the spots that
made my tempature rise...
astonished at the way
his fingers felt, how i
felt my way through
myself....
again....
i was floating
and skipping
and darting
through a time where
war didn't matter
and i could chill
with a cheetah without the rick
of getting bitten....
it was bliss...
copywrite 2004, al rights reserved