Sunday, April 11, 2010

unmentionable

i think i'd be good with you. safe? no question. "your like ACDC, you've got my thunder struck." crushed like a soda can. we could say goodbye to this popsicle stand and run to an ice cream shack. blasting music at unmentionable levels. whispering under covers till the clock strikes midnight. pretty little underwear and big giant pillows. jewelry rattling and lips clapping such sweet dance moves. names in the sand and heart beat rippling whip cream smiles. knowledgeable about nothing. everything. this. that. tell me more. your like a handful of skittles, i can taste the rainbow. an overdose on sugar my fingertips tingle with such rush and my teeth they do shift to a desirable feeling thats bursting throughout my gums. totally infested with such consuming adoration. a wonderful little spell i'd hate to crack.

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