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My Sex Poem:Can't Cover Up The Sin With a Wedding Dress

Can you ask yourself why the sky is red
why people lose their inhibitions on the Day of the Dead
Dreamscapes like landscapes
towering on maps like skyscrapers
from the top you could take the plunge
and I will clean you off with a sponge
burning in your possesion like a depressing crust
lies a powerful feeling like that or lust
can you feel your knees shaking
or is the whole word quaking
you're being eating alive by visible snakes
and they will eat you. Morales and all.
showing off your X-marked scars
in a church bus/car pile-up
bleeding from those virgin lips
and whiping the site clean with a giant Q-tip
it is not longer about love
it is about the sensation
who puts up with all the bullshit of faking
all we care about is the ******** we are making
your bed glows like a rose in a wasteland
and it feels so good because it is so wrong
kisses like that of a blowtorch
leave me a few visible scars
who would have known that poison tastes like honey
I will overdose on you forever love bunny
Be careful what you moan in these ears
human flesh melts at that temperature
just like all good plays have their climax
we did, too
We'll drown in the ecstacy
like a rock in a swimming pool
since when has being numb been so heavenly
since they started making rules
and you and I started breaking them