Cursed in chaotic gossamer,
sinister limbs could crawl you for
days, intertwined, messy madness…
Tattle and tickle, I can be fickle,
and time will soon run out….
The bloom of my third eye sees
only scarlet to feast on you…..
I want to dine on you in silk, liquified
orgasm….
Always the lady, never leaving
a morsel to be found.
Your token to me, you’ll always
leave a part of you within me…..
I was told to never play with my
food…..
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MY DARK THOUGHTS....ADULT CONTENT
A Student Literary Journal
reflection + romance + release
take a trip with me to the darkside
Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
. . .can you imagine?
During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
Views of a Dandelion Girl
Poetics & Rumens
Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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