Tuesday, September 20, 2011

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I want to be perfect, I want to walk down the street, beautifully drunken, at ease with some friends, smoking a cigarette, lightheaded, wanted, hugged, picked up by strong arms, making me feel covered by warm flesh all over, because I am so small and fragile     

I want long wavy hair running like waterfalls down my back that swing gracefully across my back when I walk across the world, I want wind to blow through it so that those strong arms that held me feel it touching gently their skin, making them shiver of want and desire of me     

Because I want to be wanted and I want so much I want so much I want so much

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