Eric Hamilton - Old romantic New.

Eric Hamilton - Old romantic New.

I wasn't beat br for lighting candles br but my shirt laid br over the lamp br as things grew br dark enough br to mean br something, br br limbs tangled br lips pressed br tongues passed br and I knew in my stone-heart- br clump-of-mangled-mass br amidst the sloppy kisses br and passionate gasps that br spit about our mouths, br br that I could wake up br to her eyeboogers br and morning breath br forever br if she'd let me, br br laying into her br deep enough br to cause health issues br fed by the sounds she made br lived an energy br that could power br a thousand miles br of street lights br and jump-start br any junker br on the roadside, br br my shirt br draped- br clung br to the lightbulb; br smoking br br beads of sweat br grew like harvest br from a field of pores, br br and my thrust ate br from a seemingly- br endless adrenaline br that made the electricity br slow through the walls, br the fire in the wires br came to a creep-like- br cord-blood, br br and she came br and she came br and I didn't br br as my shirt br lit into low-green- br flames br that danced br slow-like- br truth br and we br grew still, br br as if waiting br for the smoke alarmbr br Eric Hamiltonbr br


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Uploaded: 2014-06-16

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