Sexual Healing, Gone Tommorow
Kwyjibo
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my calloused fingers
touch the silk that is your skin
and our bodies are burning
even in the dead of winter
as our clothes are finally shed
your slender arms around my shoulders
as I lift you into bed
bitter fighting is forgotten
the sobbing hatred spat at me
the cruel accusations
now raw humanity set free
in the morning, problems won't be gone
I'll hate you still for what you've done
but the hour calls for our passions
there is no jury, nor a judge
and so I kiss you deeply,
maybe love still is here
but in the midst of lust and sexuality
I can still smell your fear
touch the silk that is your skin
and our bodies are burning
even in the dead of winter
as our clothes are finally shed
your slender arms around my shoulders
as I lift you into bed
bitter fighting is forgotten
the sobbing hatred spat at me
the cruel accusations
now raw humanity set free
in the morning, problems won't be gone
I'll hate you still for what you've done
but the hour calls for our passions
there is no jury, nor a judge
and so I kiss you deeply,
maybe love still is here
but in the midst of lust and sexuality
I can still smell your fear
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
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Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame