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23
Jul
The Bed Head
Words: Faith Thurnwald
Photography: Eleanor Roxborough
Model: Loa
You can:
Bend me in the bedroom,
But never to conformity.
Put me in my place:
Nail me to it
Nail me.
Can’t fuck with my head,
Unless it’s banging against the bed:
The bed head.
I was born bare,
So birthday suit me,
I’m a present for you to unwrap:
‘Cause you unravel me.
I’m naked in my feelings for you,
But you’ll never know it.
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Never saw how I came as a gift unwrapped:
A ribbon,
‘Cause you got me wrapped around your finger.
You’re so good with them –
If you can do that with one finger, what can you do with your whole hand?
I hardly can care to comprehend!
So, just bang me against the bedhead.
And nail me to the cross of your love.
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