Monday, April 2, 2012

Sins of the Flesh

Drunk in a bar or Insane in an asylum
Passively be pacified
Systematic fellatio

Who determines what's greater or what's good for that fucking matter?

Brown eyes looking skyward, connecting with brown eyes that read nothing but pleasure
Lost in the moment if it wasn't for that muffled sound of needing air and a moment above the surface
A spasm before carnal death with eyes opened to those past sins of the flesh

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