MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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I light a candle of blue, my eyes, almost, but, I’ve

never been beautiful like Heaven..more like Hell with

a twist….

I think of you as you sleep deep, dipped in halos and

light, I, the shadow that covers you….

You smile at a thought, and my nipples harden,

pinch….

I pull away, but only for a day…scared, scared

of my own sins, lewd clues, and back into a

corner, sit, legs pulled up to my chest….

Afraid to let go, flow, to bring my songs to life,

for us as one breathe as the dandelion caresses the

air, a dance of mating, bating…

Lead…me…..show me how to be….

Blinded, eyes turn to black silk, and i welcome

silence, the truth to unravel under your fingertips….

Make my heartbeat fast at last, as you dare push me

beyond life and death….kisses and hisses….

Fingerprints, footprints the path remembered, to find

our way back…to the other….

Trail along my body, forcing moans off my skin…

Sink and bend me to hear me scream….

Teach my flesh to depart, be who i am meant to

be…contort, abort the old, and walk-in to the

new….

Show me how to drive you mad, rape red to drape

in ancient verses, curses…..

Mouth against my pulse, whisper spells

to tell in secret….for only you and i….

We kiss in tones to the macabre….

Teeth sink, names traced into burial grounds,

sounds chanted into circles of colors…

You spread me and learn to take all of you, sipping

fountains of silver….

In tongues we play, as I take words from your

mouth, giving birth to two souls of forever….

Time follows us as hands are intertwined side

by side….

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I wonder if he would care to play the moody blues

 

with me…..

 

I slowly circle around him, not meeting his eyes, I

 

spy, deny….

 

I prowl, growl..I don’t want to feel, just need to heal,

 

seal the deal….taking a pill…

 

I don’t want to be loved tonight….I want to be ripped

 

apart, crawling around, finding my pieces again…made

 

new, HIS brew…..

 

Nails slice, dice, I promise NOT to be nice….

 

I hear him snarl, but I ignore, and pace throughout,

 

seeping inside his conscious, ripping out what is

 

mine, always MINE!

 

Then, I suddenly stop, in front, eyes meeting, hot on the

 

spot, my skin tingles….

 

I feel reckless, dangerous…out-of-body…..

 

He knows what I think, feels, wants, and he so graciously

 

without saying a word, casts his vision just for second

 

downward, giving me permission…..

 

My hand reaches out, grabs his hair, pulling him almost

 

inside me and our mouths explode…me, almost crawling

 

inside him, on my knees please…..

 

My tongue reaches out and traces his fullness, touching his

 

air…..

 

I gulp, so thirsty and wet between my thighs, no lies….

 

I control this night….

 

Teeth emerge and I bite his bottom lip, split….

 

He SO wants to dominate..I can feel it alive under his skin…

 

He never touches, brushes as I take….

 

Blood forms, and like a cat, lick it, let him flow into my own….

 

I move my body against him, walking him back, on track, and

 

push him on the bed….he seems to fall apart….

 

I smile, crawl up his body as he is ready for me to dip onto

 

his temple…..

 

My body starts weeping, falling stars, all raining just for him…

 

I hoover above, his dark princess and crown him….

 

He builds inside of me, breaking walls as I claw….riding him

 

naked and free to be me….

 

My fingers rake his chest as I tell my story, his story as we

 

connect the dots, all the plots….

 

Finally, I return to innocence, him in me, finishing

 

the novel we created..a story never ending….

 

He erupts tiny diamonds inside as I open wide, a forever

 

promise to honor and protect me…..

 

I shatter, scatter, sparking from the inside out…finally

 

finding peace, love and light…….

 

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