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Angry Sex
squeaky beds speak louder
than paradoxical words of
i fucking love you
i fucking hate you
we rock this trailer
in a violent momentum
the walls shake
from the waves of our voices
names, pleads, cries
whimpers of pain
morphing to redeeming pleasures
slamming our brains out
into wet spots in the sheets
better than blood
against the walls
from the angry words we speak
cracking our exteriors of stone
melting like aching bones
and burning muscles
adrenaline anger holds us
like gunpoint
at a sexual high
a numbing thrill
as we punish
every hurtful thought
we carried thus far
than paradoxical words of
i fucking love you
i fucking hate you
we rock this trailer
in a violent momentum
the walls shake
from the waves of our voices
names, pleads, cries
whimpers of pain
morphing to redeeming pleasures
slamming our brains out
into wet spots in the sheets
better than blood
against the walls
from the angry words we speak
cracking our exteriors of stone
melting like aching bones
and burning muscles
adrenaline anger holds us
like gunpoint
at a sexual high
a numbing thrill
as we punish
every hurtful thought
we carried thus far
Published 6th Sep 2014
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