MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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EVEN IN THE DARK, MY LIPS TASTE YOUR NOTES….


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I FEEL DEAD, WOULD YOU STEP INSIDE…ME…..

LIFT MY HEAD AS TEARS FALL IN, AS DARK

PUDDLES BEND….

HE FELL FOR ME, AND ONLY ME, WINGS AND

ALL, HE WAS MINE……

FEATHER STEPS TO MY SOUL, THE TRUMPET

AT MY FEET, ALL WAS SET INTO MOTION, THAT

WINTER’S TALE…..

UNHOLY FELL ON MY LIPS IN A SILENT

PRAYER…..

HE EBBS THROUGH ME, KISSING VEINS….

COULD HE FEEL DEATH IF I TASTED IT UPON MY

MOUTH?

WOULD HE SPREAD MY LEGS JUST TO FEEL LIFE,

TO JUST LET IT GATHER IN FOLDS OF OBEDIENCE?

MY SANITY LOST AS PICTURES WATCH ME….

IF I PART, HE WILL FIND HIS WAY BACK,

AS I AM HAUNTED BY HIM….

 


I WILL SPEAK IN HUSHED TONES, EYES CAST DOWNWARDS,

HAIR BACK, NECK EXPOSED, I, YOUR CONTROL….

LOSING MYSELF TO BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT….

SOUL GATHERED IN MY STOMACH, NO WHERE TO GO…

I LOOK AT ME, AND SEE YOU….

LAY IN JUST YOUR WHITE T-SHIRT AND IT SMELLS OF

YOU, AND I WANT IT ALL OVER ME, ESPECIALLY BETWEEN

MY THIGHS, WHERE I KNOW SOON YOU WILL BE, WHERE

YOU WILL PART ME PERMANENTLY…..

I WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU..AT YOUR FEET, GIVING YOU

A TREAT, YOU SPLATTERED ALL OVER ME…..

YOURS, YOUR 14 KARAT…..

WHEN YOUR EYES GO DARK I KNOW YOU WANT ME,

TO KILL ANOTHER PIECE OF ME, SAVOR IT IN YOUR MOUTH,

TO STRETCH ME BETWEEN YOUR TEETH….

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU BREAK PARTS OF ME OFF, TAKING

YOUR SCENT FROM ME, HOPING ONE DAY ME WILL SURFACE….

MY SKIN TINGLES AS YOU WATCH ME OBEY, ME, TRUSTING YOU….

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU UNDRESS ME, JUST TO DRESS ME IN YOU….

YOU LICK MY LIPS, YOUR WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH….

BODY CRIES IN DIAMONDS…….



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