Gunning the Divided.
by Rewired
02/15/02
You look up at me, shred to skin and divided.
We’re so much more alive.
I live for slithering inside
this beauty below me,
innocently looking up at me,
slowly turning sexual and sinister
as we strip each other to primitive honesty.
I’m charged and channeling.
Now she’s spread and straddling.
A mystical mixture of tension and relaxation,
confinement and freedom,
feeding and bleeding,
pain and pleasure.
I lead the way down and in.
Your nails dig deeper into my skin.
Holding me at the sides,
mouth open wide,
chin up, veins popping,
moaning, back arching;
yelling for ceasing as the waves
crash around my wrapped gun.
Trembling and estatic,
for a moment we’re one.
by Rewired
02/15/02
You look up at me, shred to skin and divided.
We’re so much more alive.
I live for slithering inside
this beauty below me,
innocently looking up at me,
slowly turning sexual and sinister
as we strip each other to primitive honesty.
I’m charged and channeling.
Now she’s spread and straddling.
A mystical mixture of tension and relaxation,
confinement and freedom,
feeding and bleeding,
pain and pleasure.
I lead the way down and in.
Your nails dig deeper into my skin.
Holding me at the sides,
mouth open wide,
chin up, veins popping,
moaning, back arching;
yelling for ceasing as the waves
crash around my wrapped gun.
Trembling and estatic,
for a moment we’re one.
