Lavinia

Lavinia

marți, 5 august 2014

The Wanderer


Everyday I am looking for you in every pore of my skin.
And I hardly find you wandered through my epidermis.
But again you disappear, you are hiding in my veins
Then I do not know anything about you for a while.

I see you later rambling through the clouds and stars
You walk shy, subtly searching for my eyes.
You miss us, you miss me,  you miss the pleasure
And you are not craving for love, but for flesh

I ward you off just to search for you again. To forgive you.
Lust, thirst, everything is making you wanting me
Come. Leave your hands in my hands.
And your lips and everything you have good in you.

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