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Dirty, Pretty Things
2007-11-07 @ 11:15 p.m.

This is for....well never-you-mind just read it.


Could you be...my last chance to run away?
Me stumbling in my heels, you trailing glitter as we go...
My Glam-Rock Fairy Prince...
Drink champagne with me atop the highest roof
The merest glimpse of you making me dizzy
And I feel like I could fall for a million years
Could we sleep all day?
And wake late in the evening? {Like lazy cats}
The entire city stretched out before us like diamonds scattered on black velvet
Tumble out of bed, giggling like children
Who just dont know any better
I'm Alice in your Wonderland
Lost
And I couldn't be happier...
Losing myself
My surrendur is reckless {and un-conditional}
Making love...dangerous {and irreversible}
Tangled Sheets
Tangled limbs
And oh my Prince, I cannot breathe
Certainly, I have never felt this
Kisses that are nothing but danger, that burn
Erotic torture {bliss}
The curve of your hipbones, the arch of your back {drives me wild}
Poetry in motion
Fucking beautiful
When you enter a room you set it on fire
{How DO you get into those pants?}
You ARE sex
Deep, hot, dripping, caressing, panting...
Both of us covered in sweat
But dirty feels so clean
And yet surrounded by fluttering wings of lust
I know innocence, perfect and complete
And I can drown
Thigh-deep in desire
Pure and rich
Like chocolate, your touch...only sweeter
More sensual
The way my skin melts under your tongue
How you make me writhe, and scream
Your Queen {If you'll have me}
Lady-In-Waiting {For You}
Wicked and yielding
Adorned and jewelled only in my passion and admiration
Like scarlet rubies and garnets
Lips parted in expectation {Yes, oh yes, Please}
Desperate for a kiss
One...passionate
Tongue parting lips, deep, probing
Unable to think beyond the flesh
And I have no idea what I'm handing myself over to
But it's a risk I'm willing to take
And missing you
The most blissful agony I can endure
Withdrawls
The shaking and sweating, tossing and turning
How can one bed BE so empty?
Take me out....
So we can show this city something.....
Put on those pants...and I'll go find the eyeliner
And we can laugh it off
You are all of the dirty, pretty things
The sexy, glittery things
The chocolate your not supposed to eat with your fingers
The breathless sighs between satin sheets
My swoon
My sighs
All of my dirty, pretty things


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