Basic Info: This poems deals with matters of the lust nature. Tala/Kai. For in my fantasy world Tala writes poetry for his beloved. And Kai likes clothes.
Warnings: Don't read this if you haven't reached puberty. Yaoi. A man dressed as a woman.
Disclaimer: I own the words but the characters? Non.
Author's Note: I am not dead. I was psychollogically challenged. If you know me, you'd know this.
"STEAM"
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Sweet baby I am standing in front a fire
I've gulped an ocean and my breathe is uneven
the way you move, the way your body sways
this moment when I need one more number
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Little black dress, a bare neck
diamonds that form a skull
I know what the wolves do in a moment like this
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Have you noticed how many people are now on about him?
Give me another drink and a hotel room would be fine
Swift moves and a glass of wine
You know I know what you're on about
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Hand in my hand and we're going out
I heard no voice I have no name
Champagne sheets and that sardonic smile
Who knew that your legs could stretch so tight?
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One moment, in and out
He brought me back to the ground
Sweet baby, my body's on fire
All I need is to hear your voice
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I don't mind screaming if it comes from pleasure
I wouldn't mind anything as long as I'm getting it in the end
A cloud of smoke, clothes on the floor, eyes at the ceiling
time for another round.
When I mention 'number' I refer to size number. The fact that Tala is watching Kai dancing makes Tala's pants tight and he needs another number. For the pants. Okai?
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