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Just Beneath the Skin

You’ve come to be

What’s haunting me

No matter where I look

Your love is all it took

 

I called you friend

But this is the end

Now I walk this land

With my heart in my hand

 

And I’m bleeding still, from the wound you gave

I’ve got nothing left, no one to save

I’m running in panic from all I’ve been

When I’ve known all along that I am

Just beneath the skin

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Battle of Skin

The wrinkle of sheets and covers
Form up this mountain of a mess
That you adorn in curving shades
On top of which you lay pressed

Your hips urging upward
Your back arched low
Your mouth crying faster
Your body crying slow

Your flesh, so far and so near
Has my hungry hands craving,
Roaming, searching, needing
While my resistance is caving

The pushing and the pressing
In this battle of skin
The Need, Need, Needing
A sweaty victory is ours to win

Trust, moan; thrust, moan
The rhythm of the sea
The pounding of the heart
The you, the me

Crashing, pounding
Calamity before peace
Moaning, screaming
A trembling release