Feb 12, 2005 00:55
Seeing as this is my first painful step in to the angst filled e-world of live journal, I feel that I should at least attention whore myself in some way, or at the VERY least write some bad gothic poetry, using bad metaphors, and combinations of words that break every cliche possible. On second thoughts...
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7. Nymphomaniac Fantasia
The scent of a woman was not mine...
Welcome home, darling
Did you miss me?
Wish to dwell in dear love?
Touch my milklike skin
Feel the ocean
Lick my deepest
Hear the starry choir
Rip off this lace
that keeps me imprisoned
But beware the enchantment
for my eroticism is your oblivion
Old love lies deep, you said
Deeper shall be the wound between your legs
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