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Clock Stopped On 7:59

Words full of beauty, floating from heaven as it kisses your lips...
They hide the forked tongue neatly tucked away behind that sweet innocent smile...
Eyes that lock up the soul into a world of fantasy and music, tell a story deep of the vipers mind...
Body, hard and textured, made to be looked upon as a sexual idol of pleasure...
Hands that rub gently over the face, clasp tightly around the throat...
Fingers that run through the honey blonde hair, down the breasts in giving delight now turn into barriers of cold silence...

Your hardness is still ever present, but I am only the hour from 8 to 9, and my tears fall like rain at 7:59...

I was once a love, now I'm just a weekend fuck! Today the clock died, there's no more time, and I have disappeared into myself!

Think of me, as your package arrives, the note attached:

Clock is beyond repair, the hands will not go past 7:59 again. Past can not be erased, but I can stop the future, even if it's just for one minute!

By:RFuller 5/21/14