My Gift
July 20th 2010 00:21
Obsession soaks the cells of my soul
like a page spilled with black ink,
I'm immersed,
my motives are tainted with it's shadows.
I see. I feel what cannot be touched,
the waves flow over me (inside,outside)
they are eternal,
they are universal.
They show in digital frequency,
they are unseen in the naked eye.
They feel like.....
Glittering glowing pleasure sensation,
waves like water that feel like thick air,
like fingertips patterning on naked skin
tasting like skin soaked sweat,
they wash over me....
I feel what cannot be touched.
My Gift grows ever stronger....
What is it for?
like a page spilled with black ink,
I'm immersed,
my motives are tainted with it's shadows.
I see. I feel what cannot be touched,
the waves flow over me (inside,outside)
they are eternal,
they are universal.
They show in digital frequency,
they are unseen in the naked eye.
They feel like.....
Glittering glowing pleasure sensation,
waves like water that feel like thick air,
like fingertips patterning on naked skin
tasting like skin soaked sweat,
they wash over me....
I feel what cannot be touched.
My Gift grows ever stronger....
What is it for?
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