MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: March 2016

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You fucked me up buttercup, but

guess what?…..i don’t need your

wings, i have my own……

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I guess you didn’t think anyone would find out…..

Messy fingers playing with dark hairs, not

your own, alone….

Picky, tricky, but not for long…..

Walking, holding hands,

safe, not the case, because somewhere

along the way you lost your head, guess

i didn’t need your bible tongue…..

I crossed my arms, walked away…..

 

 


 

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Toes dip to the tip, insert in me, please…..

Just smiles to go wild in a field of sin

and fuckery….

That faithful day the wind was hard, and

i scraped my knee, you were hungry,

so you tasted, and from there we were

addicted….

I hit your face, you had me on a plate,

shaking, baking, you smeared me into

crumbs…i had so fallen….

You painted me into the wall as your

penis drew my outline….

We played like children, exploring

Wonder Land, you the Madd Hatter….

In and out of my tonsils were you felt

safe to lay, color my voices….

Inside snow globes and red glows….

knew it would never last……

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Doing what is told, be bold to be different……us, dirty little

secrets…sitting under scolded tongues..eyes cast down…

out on the town….

As the little girl grows up….finally learns….

“Don’t feel sorry for me, because you see, i am

finally in control.”

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I use to love coloring the playroom maroon, fire

copper, rust, wine, burgundy, scarlet, your harlot….

I was open, and you fed me with a spoon, tasted myself,

never learned my lesson….

I became absent, distracted…i was always the sensitive

one, nothing special about me…

I liked being hidden, but you brought out

another side in me….

I could never follow through in life…ready

to give up, sip the cup…..

No one could teach me, i had to learn by

myself…so i looked in the mirror

for answers….

In this life i was never really suppose to

enjoy pleasure, even when you were deep

inside me, or when your mouth was soaking

up my pussy, and i finally gave in….it was never

enough….

I thought pain would piece me together, and i pretended

it would, smiles that dazzled, kisses that saved me from

words….

Laying in silence as breathing seemed tortured, demeaning,

while you slept, and i wept..this would be the last night….

I was too twisted to ever be loved and no one would

ever understand my laughs, or i could just be high

on life….

No sir, and so now, you will be apart of the playroom

forever…in bits and pieces……

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You’re only in my life because i put

you there, and now you don’t have

have my permission….

In the astral or afterlife, or

new reincarnations….

You had your chance to dance, now

you must spend eternity just Watching….

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