you see, you've got me on my knees
but you know i'll never plead
unless you promise when you end it
that you'll make it short and sweet
you've got that look in your eyes
that i'll always recognize
like the harsh glint of a razor
or the gleaming edge of your knife
i can't pretend not to feel
the brush of cold, sharpened steel
or the sting of your blade at my throat
lord knows that this is real
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It Runs In Our Code
Poetrythe two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes F...
