The Rebirth of Fashion

When fashion takes a break it sits down and takes a picture.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

To Die For (w)

If I can count how many ways to please you
I would fall asleep dreaming about
waking up just to continue,
every word that is typed
hardly premeditated
is there to release you
from any pain that another
other than myself might bring you,
call me at home when you are alone
call to say high,
if I'm that second source
you can always look on to rely,
I'm available to you,
even when I don't try
So ask yourself,
or just forever wonder why
why can't we hold one another,
be close (for real) with one another,
lay on rose petals and make passionate silk
sheet love to one another,
who is there to judge us and how we feel
who is there to tell us
how we are suppose to feel
I want to taste your flesh
like rain to mesh,
excuse me on that just taking this time
to use my own personal fantasy
visualization to express the way I hunger
for more of your time, more of your
subliminal escapes to my shine
as the sun's rays are ours to relax our
shadows with like something

To Die For

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