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youthincrisis — . No intoxicants for me please
Published: 2011-03-29 16:29:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 232; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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.What joy would it be
To run my fingers across your skin
To draw to closer to your lips
To taste your breath
To drink your spit
If I were high on intoxicants?
So I chose not to
What joy would it be
If I was too high on intoxicants
To remember running my fingers across your skin
To remember drawing closer to your lips
To remember the taste of your breath
To remember the warmth of your tongue
So I chose not to
What joy it was then
That we caressed lightly our flesh
That we grazed tenderly our lips
That we shared passionately our breath
That we engaged in secret communion
That we got intoxicated by each other
That we remember it all.
We chose us.
What joy it is.
