Take this song of praise off my tongue, for without your lips, it burns and blisters within the scissoring of my teeth, grinding and wearing at the build up of love at the back of my throat.
We love with all of our bodies, each organ and limb is made to hold the passion and crime of desire in its existence. The electricity of lust circulates within our veins, throbbing in its bodily enclosure until the time when we find an escape; observe the lovers grip, the splayed fingers in the act of earthing one another to release the pain of love.
Our teeth hold passion, our ears remember, our skeletons groan under the weight of the purpose of love. Each part of us is made for love, crying, falling, weeping for the parts of another's body to complete the hollows that desire carves into us. Love falls like a guillotine upon lovers necks, it is the fatal executioner, the rebellious uprising, the city burning.
And helpless, we sing along, swaying irresistibly to the dance macabre that love chants through its teeth at our sleeping bodies. We feed the flames that rise under burning skin; the sweat and musk of another we call intimacy, craving it when it's potency appears to be faded.
An addiction to love. It will not stop, for it is lifeblood. A dependency that not one being can deny, a necessity of life; we feed like infants at it's existence.
So fan the burning of my heart with your hands, let me live beneath your skin. Hold this hushed dedication between soft lips and pray, do not let the pain of love break your limbs.
We love with all of our bodies, each organ and limb is made to hold the passion and crime of desire in its existence. The electricity of lust circulates within our veins, throbbing in its bodily enclosure until the time when we find an escape; observe the lovers grip, the splayed fingers in the act of earthing one another to release the pain of love.
Our teeth hold passion, our ears remember, our skeletons groan under the weight of the purpose of love. Each part of us is made for love, crying, falling, weeping for the parts of another's body to complete the hollows that desire carves into us. Love falls like a guillotine upon lovers necks, it is the fatal executioner, the rebellious uprising, the city burning.
And helpless, we sing along, swaying irresistibly to the dance macabre that love chants through its teeth at our sleeping bodies. We feed the flames that rise under burning skin; the sweat and musk of another we call intimacy, craving it when it's potency appears to be faded.
An addiction to love. It will not stop, for it is lifeblood. A dependency that not one being can deny, a necessity of life; we feed like infants at it's existence.
So fan the burning of my heart with your hands, let me live beneath your skin. Hold this hushed dedication between soft lips and pray, do not let the pain of love break your limbs.
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