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Previous - this entry written on 2001-08-06 at 2:24 a.m. - Next He taunts me sometimes, knowing that I can't do anything about it... He taunts me and I'm tempted to scream, tempted to howl, to rage out and hurt him until he satisfies me... He taunts me and I understand that until I exist for him, he will not be content. he taunts me with this view of hell or so he claims it is he knows me better perhaps too well how dare he show me this he takes my daydreams wraps them round with bits of fantasy he knows he plays with flame and still he dares to talk of what can't be he holds me with words and a name of one who can't exist he knows my hungers but not my needs there, details that he missed --- he taunts me with this with a faceless god with a nameless religion with a hint of heaven buried in a hellish pit gives me a key to a treasure room and robs me blind before I can even open the door --- he taunts me with this hints at such bliss blows me a kiss dances away from my eyes he leaves me in shame screaming my name handing out blame buried between waiting thighs he aches and he hates escaping his fates so patient he waits hunting the hope that I hold he traces my skin pushes deep in he ends, I begin together we'll never grow old Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
