you caress my body with feathertip fingers,
yet somehow, you always eventually
s c r a p e by,
heavy with my guilty conscience and a spiral of honey
that sticks to my thighs
and melts down over the years,
leaving a sugar-burn, a few bittersweet scars,
and another dried up pillowcase,
complete with the smell of your hair
and the imprint of your hand next to mine.
Author notes
suggestions? I want to revise this one a bit
Please tell me what you think
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This one's good. For some reason, the line "and a spiral of honey sticks to my thighs" doesn't seem to flow. you could move it in a different direction and say "and a spiral of honey sticks to my lies". However, these are just suggestions. I enjoyed this one(and the enchanting picture!)
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Its Okay...
but your story doesn't really go any were it is pretty lame and basic put more of a imagination to it. the picture make the piece look hot but the lyrics does not add up to that nice pic_hugs_
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