MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: January 2016

 

7a56a58c286f564725a04f93846b6b3aCANDLES LIT AND WE FUCK….DRIP, DROP…..

BODIES SWEATY, BUT I WANT MORE, NEVER

ENOUGH….

ON TOP I HOP, LOOK INTO EYES AND HIDE, AND

SWIM FROM PUPIL TO PUPIL, MAKING YOU WATER

AS I FLOAT GLOAT…..

INSIDE YOU GLIDE, I, SLIPPING FROM SANITY….

YOUR HANDS BURIED IN MY HIPS, I RIDE HIGH,

NEVER WANTING TO COME DOWN, YOU SUBMERGED IN ME

FOREVER, I NEVER…

I FEEL YOU DRIBBLE, BLEACHING MY INSIDES,

BUT, I WILL NEVER COME CLEAN…..

 I WAS NEVER MEANT FOR YOU, AND YOU WERE NEVER MEANT

FOR ME…..

I COME ANYWAY, MIGHT AS WELL SINCE YOU ARE

INSIDE ME…..

*’Mermaid’ photography – The ‘Mermaid’ photography editorial by Vitaly Krutikhin takes us to a mystical world in which this mermaid frolics in and out of water….

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MAKE ME SNOW, GLOW, BIRTH WHITE FOR YOUR DELIGHT….

UPON THE WINDOW YOU HEAR ME THUMP, BUMP…..

LAID OUT IN VIRGINAL LAYERS, I SAY A PRAYER…..

NIGHT HAS COME, AND I HUM, WOULD YOU COME

NEARER AS I BECOME ICE IN YOUR VEINS?

NATURE BECOMES DIAMONDS, LIMB TO LIMB I

STRETCH MY BREATH…..

CAN YOU FEEL ME?

ANGELS DANCE ON MY LIPS, TICKLES AND DIPS….

I SHIVER, SPLIT, NO LONGER A CHERRY SIP,

BUT WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME ANYWAY?

TOMORROW I WILL LAY OPEN, EXPOSED, ONLY

A DOZE, JUST A CREAMY DREAM…..

*THE WINTER WEATHER WE ARE HAVING INSPIRED THIS POEM.

PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

 

 


THIS IS A NEW CATEGORY I JUST CAME UP WITH TO SHOW MY LOVE

OF THE SENSUAL BODY….HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE EYE CANDY FOR

HUSHED, SENSUAL MOMENTS;)

*ALL PICTURES TAKEN FROM PINTEREST…..


 

 

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IF I WIPED MY MOUTH, WONDER IF YOU WOULD

TASTE OF GINGER, AND WOULD I TAKE A SECOND LICK

UPON MY FINGER, LINGER…..

WOULD YOU MELT UPON MY TONGUE, HON, TURNING

ME INTO CHOCOLATE KISSES, HAUNTING ME FOREVER

TO WANT YOU AND ONLY YOU…THAT’S WHAT YOU

WANT, ISN’T IT?

MAKE ME SWELL, DWELL INTO YOU, A PLACE YOU

DON’T LET MANY ROAM….

I WANT TO TRACE YOU INTO SWIRLS, BROWN TO WHITE

MY TASTY TREAT….MEET…GREET

YOUR SKIN WOULD RIPPLE, TREMBLE, TUMBLE

UNDER MY LIPS AS THEY PART, DEPART…..

YOUR EYES WATCH IN CIRCLES AS YOU SLOWLY

BECOME SEE-THROUGH, GHOSTLY…..

MINE FOREVER, DUST, LUST…….



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