MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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You’re my star, you know who you are…..

Sprinkled candid dishes, lips licked,

dust returns as you did…..

Under gold, you were a old soul….

Now wise, in disguise, you settle

in magical illusions….

Now I see, you were the key that

set me free……

*IMAGE WAS TAKEN BY MY DAUGHTER IN A

AREA CLOSE TO MY HOME*

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Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i

wake in a dream, something in my throat,

as i choke, gargling in water, would you

even bother?

Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will

fly, wanting to get high on shadows

and secrets…..

I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…

If we hold hands with big grins, we could

color nocturnal, but, only for a little while

until we got bored, and skip to another

scene to bleed….

I want to drink sunsets endlessly,

sinfully, telling bedtime stories….

You…i…roused, what would you show

me when everyone sleeps?

In fields of dusk and dew i run….

come find me….

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BETWEEN MY TEETH YOU STICK, LICK, AND OH, YOU

TASTE SO JUICY, TUTTI FRUITY…..

FLAVORING MY LIPS YOU NAUGHTY BOY….

UNTIL THE SUN SETS, THE STARS WAITING FOR

ME TO TASTE, AND THEN, AND ONLY THEN WILL

I FIND ANOTHER…..


 

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YOU, INSIDE MY HEAD, I WANT TO BED….

YOU, THE ONE I CREATED, LAID AT MY FEET,

CURSED MY OWN FATE…..

YOU DANCED ON MY PETALS,

FINGERTIPS CREATING JEWELS, AND

I SPARKLE, SPARKLE ONLY FOR YOU….

MY HEAD HELD BACK, WAITING UNTIL

THE STARS WINK, THEN MAYBE, JUST MAYBE

MY WISH WILL COME TRUE….

HUSH-HUSH, MY LITTLE SECRET, AND

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THE MOCKING BIRD

WILL SING, SING, ONLY FOR YOU….

NIGHT IS WHEN I SEE YOU, AND YOU SEE

ME…

YOU UPON A ménage à trois BETWEEN

EARTH AND SKY, SOMETHING I COULD NEVER

COMPETE….

ME, SINGING IN SILVER STREAMS OF SOMETHING

THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE…

LIKE A FAIRY TALE, ALL IS SAID AND DONE,

A HAPPY EVER AFTER, BUT WE ALL KNOW

THAT IS A MYTH…..

ECHOS WERE NEVER ENOUGH TO KEEP

THE HEAVENS CLOSE, SO A GHOST YOU

REMAIN, WONDERING AMONG SLEEPING

POPPIES AND FLYING MONKEYS, WHERE

EVIL ISN’T REALLY REAL, AND I JUST WANTED TO

GO HOME…….

 

 


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TWO SIDES OF THE COIN…..FIELDS OF GOLD I WONDER THROUGH

DURING THE DAY…AT NIGHT DARKNESS ENVELOPES, HORNS PROTRUDE

DEMANDING I RIDE…..

TRUMPET BLEW AS I SAT IN BAPTISMAL, AS YOU WAITED FOR

ME TO PICK YOU UP, WEAR YOU, AND SO I DID….

NOW, WHAT DO I DO, WHO DO I CHOSE…FATE OR DESTINY……?

YOU STAND SO TALL, MY CRIMINAL OUTLINE…..

THEN THERE IS YOU, WATCHER OF MY SOUL, , BETWEEN

DIVINE AND SUBLIME….

TEARS WELL, SWELL, SAVE MY SOUL……


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I fight to stay light in flight….

To reach the stars arouse their tips,

yet tease the shadows that ingest….

I could stand aglow and cast a thousands

silhouettes, you being one….

I sip the cosmos as spidery webs drap

from one wish to the other……

I watch as angels and dragons play

together….

I become a voyeur as Pleiades

savors the Big Dipper on her tongue….

I blush, shimmering…..

I dine on celestial, on divine

immortals….

The sun and moon kiss,

shattering god and the devil,

and for a time they taste the

other, and then I am created……

*I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO JOHN FOR

THE INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM, THANK

YOU:)*


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Morning splays on autumn blushes, the moon pouty, wanting
all to see her, peeled to perfection in angelic delicacies…..


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Tiny jewels falling, reflecting the arousal

of the sky, damp, grey taking its fill….

The moon smiles, lips open in a snarl,

wanting only to be whole, not dissected

into….

Hands clasped, lovers stroll, feed

the night thoughts of the other….

Mouths touch, taste, breathing into

the other, tongues tangle, dangle on

sighs…..

I’ve waited so long for this moment,

you and I mingling in shadowy dims,

eyes alight, only to gaze into souls….

I want your musings red, on me glowing

in-the-dark….

All grown up from catching lightning

bugs polishing my innocence….

Whispers trailing my spinal

wings, ready to fly, lift, become

a star, twinkle from afar….

Hands of Heaven shuffle,

gloss my flirty flickers….

I move, tracing constellations,

sipping dipper, connecting

the dots of destiny, lost spirits….

Tonight I dine with twins, lick the

rings of Saturn, oh, how I turn HIM

on…..

Leo growls, only the way I taught

my kindred gender bender….

Somewhere out there you wonder

in your own corner, and I wait to be born

again only to you…….

I imagine you beautiful as you

sleep, as I sleep, dream, sublime,

in another time, delicate webs of

insanity…..

 

 

 


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White gloved fingers steal the nights breath
as it covers the mouth of the earth.

Silencing the land in a raspy voice to lay
and listen…

Listen as Santa’s twinkle teases us with holiday.
Rosy nature plays in the heavenly tears, like
a blessing of rebirth.

Petals so soft touch my tongue, entering like
a lover, melting against my warmth.

Paling the sky with silvery Christmas
draping down in tinsel.
Stilled, blanket covers in solemn prayers….


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Summoning colored fingertips to dance
over my shadow in wispy frolicks.

Come, dance with me…
Cast your melody, follow me
closely.

Orange, red, and yellow,
glowing in silent awakening.

The moon draws your colors upon
the sky, fairies coloring the heavens.

Alone you sit, no stars to listen.
Crisp laughter mocks your pondering,
yet you see the future.

Come, waken the night, your silver
putting children to sleep, lovers to gaze,
and now, my eyes upon yours, beams
playing along my silhouette, opening
your mystic hush…



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