KylarBrenna

Book of Shadows
2002-09-24 20:30:00 (UTC)

Forgive Me Father, For I Am Sin...

maybe i shouldn't. maybe i'm wrong. but then again do i
really care? does it matter if i want you? perhaps.
perhaps not. so why do i see your face everywhere i turn?
why do i want to? why do i wake up in a cold sweat at
night clutching at my breath and straying dreams of nights
we spent and passion flowed hotter than blood coursing my
veins. are you here? did i just see you walk by? or even
more to the point... why are we not together? is it me? or
is it the fact that you know if we were there would be no
maybe's and no turning back because we would be so gone...
or maybe not. maybe i'm just in some dream world hanging
on by a thread to a slowly unravelling sanity and all i
want to do is such violence that i cannot even believe i
sit there and think about it. but then again, who would
suspect it was me? who would know, but my audience out
there in the last row, second seat from the left. is that
me in your memory? sitting in the background, smirking to
myself because i can still feel your weight and sharp
chiselled curves on my body. i can see you undress, i can
almost taste that light sweat that you break out into...
didn't think you would, huh? didn't think that i lust for
you like that huh? you think you know... but you have no
idea. you don't know how deep down i go... how far i've
pushed limits before. you don't know how i secretly sit
here and will the phone to ring and you to be there on the
other end saying you're coming over... oh baby, the things
i'd do to you.




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