I would love to see you dressed in me, red
where i bled.
Sticky fingers and all, where i
wept and moaned, i, just on loan…
Slip and slide, you couldn’t decide
whether to eat or repeat…
*Image taken from Pinterest*
Tick-Tock and the clock knots….
Here i lay twisted in pink and purrs and you
snoring, ignoring….
My girls want to be be free you see, so,
i obliged, keeping secrets under the
covers, for lovers….
*Picture taken from Pinterest: “La Petite Mort”. French School, 18th Century | Lot | Sotheby’s *
Let me taste you slowly and drown in your waters Baptismal rites Let your moans slowly ascend upward Melting interlocking fingers Burning liquid and flaming tongues. . .
via Lingerie Literature — CableScript
Bleeding blooms, bipolar moods, and i think
of you…
Mind drifts, lifts, hoping you never
feel them….
I the fool YOU tried to woo…..
Feathers faded happily ever after, then
you became shaded, braided….
I learned that YOU were one of the
many devils roaming this earth,
all disguised to hypnotize….
I finally woke, took a toke, and
POOF, YOU were gone, me sitting
on my throne!
*afira: AFIRA IN ICE QUEEN Photographer:Sing Lo Model: Liv Free *
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