Make Me Weak, by BrwnEyes Subscribe to rss feed for BrwnEyes

Grasping hands, 
Harsh Breaths.
We are one now,
As unified flesh.

Sweat and tears,
Soak our skin.
Both struggling,
Pushing to win.

And as we reach,
That wondrous peak,
We surrender to each other,
And our bodies become weak.


Posted: 2007-07-12 21:12:38 UTC

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