MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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GOOSE PIMPLY AND CHARGED, I WANT

YOUR HANDS ON ME…..

CLAWS UNCURL, RAKING MY FLESH,

CREATING LINES TO INHALE…..

ON THE TABLE PLACED, LEGS APART

FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU TO FEAST…..

HEAD HELD BACK YOU EAT AS HOWLS

FROM WITHIN LAVISH YOU, RAVISH YOU….

PIECES OF ME FALL ONTO THE FLOOR, YOU,

NEVER TO ADORE…..

I AM WASTED TO NOTHING AS BODY ROTS,

TROTS TO ANOTHER LIFE…..

EMBROIDERED IN RAINBOWS I CROSS SPHERES….

LOVE WILL FIND ME NEXT TIME….

 ARTWORK~Biological (by Randy Mora)


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ON YOUR LIPS, LUSH, HUSH….

WHITEN MY SMILE, DOWN THE AISLES…

I’LL BE YOUR BLOOD RED, WAITING TO

BE KISSED, MISSED….

PROMISES TO KEEP AS I GO BETWEEN

RAISED, DARK BONES, MEAT WAITING TO

BE TASTED BETWEEN TEETH, EATING YOU

WITH DELICACY……

I STREAK YOU NEAT, FREAK….

DOWN, DOWN, RIBBONS UNDONE,

YOU, MY IN-BETWEEN SNACK….

COLOR GUSHES, FLUSHES PINK

CREPES ALONG MY NOSE, SWIMMING

IN MY MOUTH….

I, NOW WRAPPED IN YOU, YOUR CANDY STRIPE…..


Took my breath away…

Rooted in Love

Silence dries
and I linger,
a brown moth
courting the flame
where I once died,
where I once kissed
the red of her smile.

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Etched with tongue,
laced with fingers –
his each thought
under her skin explodes
like a carnal burst of stars.

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Her eyes
two fervent stones weaving
dusk into the sky,
a silken fragrance
in endless scarves falling,
shadowing the earth
like an eternal cry.

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Through your skin I travel,
an autumn wind,
a caress of dewdrops sighing
as they fall through her sky.

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Your breath
plays me like a flute,
its moans fading
into the silence of the sky.

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Her red lips –
a poppy filled to the rim
with opium and wine,
a chalice throbbing
to pour into his soul
the depth of her life.

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Her thirsty skin –
salt aching
to melt in his sea

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Strummed by…

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RED, RAW, PEELING AS
YOUR EYES CAST UPON ME….

IF I WERE DEAD, WOULD YOU WATCH

ME SLEEP, PULL PETALS OFF A ROSE,

AND ADD COLOR TO MY CHEEKS?

YOU MAKE ME BARE, SPAGHETTI STRINGS,

SLOWLY SLIDING DOWN YOUR THROAT,

SNAKING TO INVEST, DIGEST…

WHAT HUE WOULD YOU MAKE ME,

TAKE ME?

STRIP ME DRY, FINGERS TAKING STEPS,

WET WITH BLOOD, AROUSED….

TOES BARE, YOU STARE, EYES MOVE

UPWARD, I NO LONGER THERE…..

WHISPERS BEGIN IN YOUR HEAD,

SOFTLY, THEN LOUDLY, FINALLY

FINDING ME……


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MOUTH JUMPS, SKIPS KISSES….

FACE WOULD TURN ALL THE WAY AROUND,

SPITTLE, DRIBBLE, YOU IN WHITE, ARMS

CRISS-CROSS APPLESAUCE, SMEARED ALL

OVER YOU, CAVITIES DOZING IN MANY COLORS….

ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, SUCKING GOD,

YOUR FOREVER FLAVOR….

WORDS GO BACKWARDS IN A TANGLED, RED MESS…

YOU, A BALLOON, YOUR CHILD SELF LETS GO,

SCREAMS SEVERED, ARMS AMPUTATED, LOST,

FLOATING IN WACKY CONSTELLATIONS….

INFLATED, DEFLATED, YOU WANTED TO BE AN IDOL,

YOUR FEET WASHED, TO EAT AMONG SINS, YET YOU

WERE THE ONE TO BE CAST OUT, TO WALK ON WATER….

LIPS PARTED, YOU DEPARTED……


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COME HERE, SHOW ME, YES, FORKED, CAN WE
SPOON?

 I WANT TO JUMP OVER THE MOON, BE YOUR

BEAM…

YOU SEDUCE SILENTLY, IN HUSHES….

YOUR SHADOW SLIDES BY, AND I FLUTTER,

CREEPING….

I DRANK YOUR NAME TODAY, SWALLOWED IT

WHOLE, SMELLED DEATH BETWEEN MY TEETH….

I RAISE MY FLESH JUST SO YOU CAN WONDER

UNDER, MAKING ME RIPPLE, GROW HORNS….

PLEASE, BE MY GUEST, RAM INTO ME,

CRACK ME OPEN, FREE, THE BEAST……



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