"I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it until it begins to shine."-Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

down the rabbit hole.

young hands lust for soft supple skin
the preacher always said it was a vile sin
to seek solace and pleasure in the arms of a lover
while the Blessed Almighty himself watched over
tender tongues tease and fight
the teacher always said it just wasn't right
to taste the sweet soft lips of another girl
because it was wrong and disturbing in their little world
curious fingers tempt, touch and discover
how glorious it feels to become one with another

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