Thursday, May 7, 2009 @4:26 PM
When you kiss me these days, I don't seem to feel that they are your good old "I Love You" kisses. They feel more vulgar of late. I fear you might become like the rest, banal in attempting to pin down the the sky in earthiness, wanting to consume me physically and thus dooming us to the slippery slope of lust. You have my heart, and I weep to think what you would ask of me next.
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