Stay Here

March 31, 2010
His hands slip down my waist,
I feel faint.
His touch is like cold air on you arms.
He gives me goosebumps.


His lips trace around my jaw,
down my neck.

They are cold.

I'm burning into nothing.
But I can't go away.

It's good.

It's bad.

Him, the guy in my dreams,
The guy that makes me faint.
I want him there.
The one to burn me to bits.
The one to put me to sleep.
To watch my dream,
Mkae me feel safe and alive.

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