Tantric-tantra
I am the storm rising waking you at midnight wet and tired with sweat watered-down for me you are my salty-sea. I am the lightning bolt striking you from behind sending climactic moments electric spoken words in color for you alone to see. Mine are the eyes peeping in shadows long and weeping where you hide your needs beyond repair on your knees in disarray waiting to hear you say you want me anyway. Mine are the ears hearing thoughts interferring with your life the way it should be and I can't... Sign in to see full entry.