there`s nothing more magical
than when you collapse on top of me
and i feel your heartbeat pounding
against my ribs
as it slows down i get to thinking
you pressed her into the mattress
in the exact same way
she felt your heartbeat in her chest
counted the minutes until you could breathe
without her oxygen slipping
past pursed lips
she dreamt in the hour
when she didnt have the energy
to even lift her head
and the only sound was
mumbled i love yous
all the nights i prayed for you
to hold me you
were already holding her
so i fuck you until we`re
both deaf dumb and blind
until the only thing that goes
through your head is how good i make you feel
how hard i make you cum
when we`re both drowning in sextasy
the only reason i`m such a nympho
is in the slim hopes i`ll somehow
press backspace in your brain
and erase her from her memories like
an un.needed chapter
in your storybook
i cant get enough of you
because i have something to prove
she could never make you feel the way
i do
but even then i know
in your L(eyes)
I`ll never compare to her
© 2007 BeautifullyRuined
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