Without End, Amen/Raw (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)
It's so fucking raw It hurts to touch My bleeding heart it aches so much i ran ragged for our love then i ran from it as fast as i could just looking for someone to fuck the soul out of me alone with my books an intense solitude i so craved but what do i do once the story is told? and the hard cover closed? these stories don't keep me warm the hold my imagination but not my body and my flesh aches for yours still stories words unfold some ending some won't i wish we hadn't have we? i want to viciously kiss you again until you have to wipe my taste away from your mouth i want to press my body so far into yours that you wear my scent throughout the day as a reminder of what you had but have since lost find me again this fucking story isn't done it goes on and on without end amen