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Deafening Eyes
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jayjara Member
since 2007-05-02
Posts 90Florida |
Burning fuel, keeps flies away, mixed with perfume, leaves me blind; can't help but think where her mind reside. Take another step, can't hear myself think to let me inside. But inside its different, inside its magnetic. The dust cap in her eyes allowing notes to resonate through hollow cones spinning out of the black, flimsy diaphragm, but safe we are; her blue suspension keeping the beat all arranged in her basket, letting me know of a silent pleasure. Every two step, another ache in my ears; Jet motors drive this quiet whisper. She's a million decibels and I, I am her wooden frame that encloses this white noise. My eardrums whistle to the R&B's of her deafening eyes. -J |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
You are very romantic. I esp like your title "deafening eyes"....interesting! and one way to say it. "silent pleasure"...joy "I am her wooden frame" romantic way of saying being strong and a guard. enjoyed your special style and the style of your breath....yes, the style of your breath... |
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