MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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Beginning to Understand

I see you.

There.

I see you before me.

Stare.

You’re not real.

I sense you.

Wait.

I sense you around me.

Fate.

You’re still not real.

I feel you.

Numb.

I feel you beside me.

Come.

I can’t believe you’re not real.

I embrace you.

Mine.

I embrace you against me.

Pine.

Can it be real?

I want you.

Vow.

I want you inside me.

Now.

What is real?

I have you.

Tonight.

I have you within me.

Delight.

It feels so real.

And I fall asleep fulfilled…

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PROSPERMIND

Tag.
Bomb.
Shake.
Clack.

Spray.
Paint.
Shake.
Clack.

I want to get high,
off your paint,
inhale your fumes,
until I faint.

Oh b-b-babe,
please grafitti my soul.

Freestyle your mind,
onto my heart,
cause your cans,
to overkill,
let your words,
speak through art,
grab your ink,
and let it spill.

Tag.
Bomb.
Shake.
Clack.

Spray.
Paint.
Shake.
Clack.

Immortalize,
your name,
cleanse my soul,
oh, repaint,
over the pain,
yeah,
tag my soul,
with your name.

Oh b-b-babe,
please grafitti my soul.

Leave your mark,
at my door,
vandalize my epmty core,
show me what,
you’ve got in store,
give it to me baby,
come on now,
I want more!

Oh b-b-babe,
please grafitty my soul.

Paint my soul,
like it’s a wall,
make it colorful,
let each brick shine,
spary yourself,
all over me,
’cause all,
I’ve ever wanted –
is for your grafitti,
to be mine.

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Not sure why, but I like to indulge

in the aftertaste of thoughts….

you awake, I sleep, I dream,

you stray…there….

Hairs stand on end, where

I begin…..

I would like to taste fantasy

on your fingertips, watch you

watch me…..

Maybe, I like cheap thrills,

never sated, mouth to the

sky, but not a drop, as I rush

with heat, toes painted….

Maybe, I need you like the sand,

raw, digging deep into my pores….

No, I need you dark, no sunlight,

no rays to slip me in a daze…..

I want to be consumed, a little,

not a lot, is that so much to ask?

I want to wrap my brain around you,

to pick away your memories, and only

leave me….

When you think of me, you wonder in

fields of moonlight, trying to catch my

silhouettes never to be forgotten….

I like to tease, savor you between

clenched teeth, turning me cloudy,

you and I playing in puddles….

My skin damp as you watch trails

of color paint me, slave me….

Will you be mine, just mine as we

dance slow?



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