Woke Up To The Chill Of Fall (starbracelet) wrote in poeticdevice, @ 2003-08-17 22:31:00

'pleasure'

Your sweet lips dare to graze mine
Your cheshire smile, inviting at times
I lose your eyes when you turn your back
And walk away

Does it pleasure you to hear me breathing
Faster then I did before?

Your eyes, your hair, those hands
Are all blindly familiar
Scream louder - maybe I can
Hear you clearer this time

Does it pleasure you to see me
Wincing on this cold, hard floor?

Hold my hand
Fingers interlocked with yours
No, don't stop
Run away faster, please

Does it pleasure you to leave me here
Alone with no one to care for me?

You've beaten me down
You've broken me more than once
Do it again
I dare you

Does it pleasure you to have me beat you
At your own flawless game?

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