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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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