a place for thoughts that are beyond the surface; these thoughts i've blackmailed to stay hidden;

these thoughts can be easily lifted from the depths of an ocean floor, but they tend to remain bond below by the weight of the solid world above.

 rising thought(s)

I want to chase the angles of your body with my fingers and then retrace the steps with my tongue. I’ll be the addict; you can be the drug. I rest my head on your chest just to hear your heart drum a narcotic beat. I’ll watch the dark of your eyes dance around its whites, polluted by my ecstasy. Your skin is aroused from the underneath as my bleeding euphoria becomes your bones. Your blood is ignited by my skin’s sweating sin. You’re mine now.

(scatterbrained thoughts, 30)