MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: March 2014

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Curtsey plaids entice blessed trinity on lesbian smiles….
Ebony locks shy on pale skin as my eyes feast
on flaxen meadows…..may I wonder, never finding
my way out….

Red adorns silver wrists, and so umbilical hemorrhages
thirsty for more….

Ghoulish cradle rhymes with no reason,
as crows circle, never the pretty bird
I am….

Pleasure me with death on silken wings,
my soul to blush on your ghostly skeletal….

Free I am to fly on fiery rainbows, dipped in
pearls, hued ambrosial….

 

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*THIS POEM IS BASED ON THE MOVE THE MOTH DIARIES, WHICH
I FOUND HAUNTINGLY DARK*


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Flakes of me cremated on you, swirling
ginger down your throat, liquid halo….

Fevered flesh chills on thirsty lips,
that which I bathe on….

Tongue swims the air, catching parts
of me that embers illuminiti…..

Rapture splits me as Kingdom reaches
out as ivory limbs wrap around molesting
holy carols…

I smile blue as ghostly
tendrils prism, tumbling
rhymes as they demise…..

 


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I want to walk alone, lure you out
of dusk, call you with my insanity,
add some color to my silver….

Does your eyes dine on me,
counting the pulses I take?

Irises roam down pale blues,
to my fingertips, just to feel
warmth….

I’ve known you were there,
amongst my reflection,
on the tip of another conscience….

Close, I feel you vibrate through me,
taking your time to douse me with
your delusions…

Up against you, wind need not
separate us as we feed…
vitality

Can you hear me flow, ebb
to you slowly, weaving my
taboo?

Lightly I stir, awakened,
head back into you I release,
dark and light collide…

Mouth on my melody, and so
we begin, eternity waits as so I
am yours eternal…..

 


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Inside my skull, I fill you where
you are hollow….

Eyes where you only see
my Grey, the moist shadows….

Mouth on me, tasting my
tricks-or treats….

Disturbed, you dance with my
doppelganger, last rites
read…..

Hidden in smiled curves,
knowing you minister to my
inhibitions…

Teeth rake to balmy psalms
as you search my clairvoyant..

Inside my wrist you graze, I flutter,
red coloring along my limbs as you
trace my kinky melodies….

Pulses beat, each following the
other in cryptic musicals….

You write on my silk as
scarlet dresses, dancing
for only you….


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Cerise flows through optical goodbyes,
homicidal passages….

Ruby cascades, butterflying in soft
flutters…

Weeping, winding on porcelain moons,
crescent silhouettes….

Sanguine smudges, decayed to
tips of toes, suicidal footprints….

For I am your eternal sketch
to Heaven and Hell……



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