Love
love is an angel that smokes cigarettes
she's trying to kill me
I can only say yes
take me to your bedroom, send me to my death
you can't help being what you are
Can you be attracted to someone who's face you've never seen? Lust for someone who's words are enough? Long to touch someone who lives hundreds of miles away?
It's a new sweet form of torment.
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Oh yes, daily my dear... daily.
I've learned to yearn over miles and miles. It's a delightful agony.
Oh yeah. In a big way. I wrote about it too once here: http://pocketsecrets.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-fucks.html
So I know exactly what you are talking about. Watch out for that angel!
XX
It's almost worse than having one readily available. In some ways, I am more frustrated than ever because I so desperately want to put my hands on him.
Isn't that ironic?
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