Thursday, November 19, 2009

Pray hold my hand and tell me how beautiful I am. Tell me how lustrous my hair is. Whisper in my ear how the rustle of my dress makes you feel. Whisper how my skin burns beneath your finger tips, cry. For my knees burn and knock together at your breath, for my eyes and ears redden at your touch. O'! Entomb me.

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