Eyes Closed
Drifting between unreality and death
Ten seconds longer, now I need to catch my breath
To make me shudder, to make me sigh
You're getting so good
So gentle but so persuasive
And now I've even begun to cry
How does it feel to know you have such control
Such a tight grip, your hand over my soul
You're deliberate but not demanding
I'm disintegrating in your arms
Paralyzed but still moving
Listening to everything you're commanding
As I'm drifting between unreality and death
I'm caressed and ultimately possessed...
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2009
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