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All At High Speed

It pulls me, let it pull me and Taste the back of my throat. Let it's wildest reveries engulf me In a cheap, vile frenzy that Weakens your knees and makes your veins cringe. Pulling still at the inevitable. Let your blood rush as it caresses The throbbing at the base of your neck. Only stopping for one impatient gasp before it's pulling again Like a wave that never crashes or never breaks. It pushes me, let it push me and Watch my body falter before it's Descending plunge that tugs at Your stomach and sends shivers up your spine. I want to taste the pain in payment. I want to color us black. I want us to hit and run and never stop running.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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