Saturday, November 20, 2010

Praying/Preying. (possible Stan Holiday and The Sunshine Six song)

Give me what your body tells me I can have.
Give me what your speech betrays and neglects.
Stranger, Stranger, on my face,
Heed my warning, cry en garde.
(Stay the fuck away.)
We take on decisions, we take off our clothes,
We take on personas, we get off.

I don't need a reason to cast you aside.
You don't need a reason to leave either.

The space in between you and I tonight
subsides when we collide
violently, passionately.
Flesh upon flesh, we are one, again and again.

but I'd hate to be you right now.

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