Like Jack-the-Ripper, clenched, drenched of
me….
One finger, or all at the same time?
Lips come together in a pout, smeared,
my orgasmic rush….
I wonder what I would taste like on your
tongue?
Slip words in my mouth, demonic kiss…
Up against me, I want to feel you hard, needy…
Let me escape, dash for your cold, sickle,
dangle, just to catch colors in flusters…
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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.
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Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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