MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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MUSIC SLOWS, DANCING ON A POLL…HEART GLISTENING

AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU AND I…SOMETHING TABOO, MORE

SO THAN COUNTING ON MY FINGERS, THE DIFFERENT WAYS I COULD

HAVE YOU, WHISPERING FROM BEHIND, BUT PLEASE DON’T BE KIND…

BRUTAL ME IN WAYS THAT COULD MAKE NEW COLORS….

I WONDER HOW MANY LICKS WOULD IT TAKE TO PEEL YOUR

SOUL?

THE MOON WAS PINK, YOUR EYES DARK, DILATED AS

THEY FOLLOWED ME…YOU HAVE BEEN SUCH A BAD BOY!

THE CITY STARED FROM BELOW, WAITING FOR US TO FUCK….

I WEAR FEATHERS AROUND MY NECK, TO REMIND ME HOW SOFT

I CAN BE…BUT, NOT TONIGHT, NOT WITH YOU!

TONIGHT, I AM BLOODTHIRSTY FOR YOU MY DEAR….

BE CRUEL AS YOU BITE ME, PIN ME TO THE WALL, AS YOU

CRAWL UP INSIDE ME, DIE, CONFIDE….

YOU DON’T EVEN SEE IF I AM WET ENOUGH TO SWIM

IN, YOU JUST TAKE WHAT IS YOURS…ROUND AND ROUND

IN THE FISH BOWL….

NOT TONIGHT HONEY, BLACK LATEX DOESN’T BURN THAT

EASILY….YOU WILL SEE…WHAT COMES AROUND, GOES AROUND….

YOU WERE SAVAGE, PEAKING IN PLACES HIDDEN, GETTING MORE

THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR, AND THAT…MUST…END…..

TIED, YOU DENIED, AND SO YOU SWALLOWED FIRE AS

CRAZY FLED, BLEED…..


MAKE ME HUMAN…RAIN ON ME FOR DAYS, DAZED…..

HANDS UP, FINGERTIPS KISSED, DRENCHED….

I STAND ABOVE, CRYING ON YOU FROM BELOW…..

USE MY FLESH TO MAKE YOURSELF WHOLE AS YOU

PAY THE TOLL….

I WANT TO RAKE, TAKE YOU, WANT YOU TO EAT MY

PAIN, MAKE ME COME…UNDONE….

I WANT TO BE YOUR FOOLISH HEART…..

LET ME BE YOUR LAST JOURNEY ON WHO’S

CRYING NOW….

CRAWL INSIDE ME, MAKE ME HUMAN, PAINT ME

INTO BEAUTIFUL AGONY…..

CAN YOU LOVE ME, IF JUST FOR A SHORT TIME,

IN THIS LIFE, MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE?

I WAS ALWAYS YOUR SOUL….

I WANT TO SPECKLE YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES, AS

I BREAK, YOU AND I FOREVER LOST INTO EACH OTHER…I

VOW….

YOU FOLLOWED MY TINY FOOTSTEPS WITHIN EACH FALL,

AND NOW HERE YOU ARE IN MY SKIN TO BEND….

MAN, BEAST, I WILL APPEASE, PLEASE……


CAN I BE YOUR DIRTY SECRET, SLIPPING BENEATH

LIPS THAT LIE IN DAINTY THRILLS….

GATHER MY HAIR IN SWIRLS, SEEING HOW MANY

COLORS I CAN CHANGE, ARRANGE….

YOU ARE MY POTION, DEVOTION….

WHEN NIGHT ARRIVES, I BECOME YOUR ILLUSION, DANCING

IN SILHOUETTES ON THE WALL….

NAKED, OPEN, COME, TAKE A PEEK….

I WANT YOU WICKED DRIPPING ON ME IN GEMS

OF COLORS, DISORDERLY IN FLOWING RIBBONS….

I WANT TO BE DELIRIOUS UNDER YOU, WRAPPED, CLAWED

ALL OVER YOU….

ON TOP I RIDE, GLIDE, SLIPPERY, SOUPY, HEAD UP, VEINS

CONNECTING TO JAZZ…

DON’T BE GENTLE, OWN ME, TAKE ME THERE, MAKE ME

FORGET TIME, LIGHT AND DARK FUCKING IN SAGE….

GRIP HIPS, PLAY DIPS AS I AM FULL ON YOU….

SKIN STRIPES, RED, WHITE, CANDY TIGHT….

FINISH ME OFF…….


I WILL SPEAK IN HUSHED TONES, EYES CAST DOWNWARDS,

HAIR BACK, NECK EXPOSED, I, YOUR CONTROL….

LOSING MYSELF TO BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT….

SOUL GATHERED IN MY STOMACH, NO WHERE TO GO…

I LOOK AT ME, AND SEE YOU….

LAY IN JUST YOUR WHITE T-SHIRT AND IT SMELLS OF

YOU, AND I WANT IT ALL OVER ME, ESPECIALLY BETWEEN

MY THIGHS, WHERE I KNOW SOON YOU WILL BE, WHERE

YOU WILL PART ME PERMANENTLY…..

I WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU..AT YOUR FEET, GIVING YOU

A TREAT, YOU SPLATTERED ALL OVER ME…..

YOURS, YOUR 14 KARAT…..

WHEN YOUR EYES GO DARK I KNOW YOU WANT ME,

TO KILL ANOTHER PIECE OF ME, SAVOR IT IN YOUR MOUTH,

TO STRETCH ME BETWEEN YOUR TEETH….

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU BREAK PARTS OF ME OFF, TAKING

YOUR SCENT FROM ME, HOPING ONE DAY ME WILL SURFACE….

MY SKIN TINGLES AS YOU WATCH ME OBEY, ME, TRUSTING YOU….

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU UNDRESS ME, JUST TO DRESS ME IN YOU….

YOU LICK MY LIPS, YOUR WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH….

BODY CRIES IN DIAMONDS…….


GLOWING IN DEW UNDER THE SULTRY NIGHT OF SUMMER,

I TEASE BREEZES, PLEASE….

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? I WANT YOU TO

KISS ME LIKE A BREEZE, FOR TONGUE TO FLICKER

OUT, TO TASTE NOCTURNAL ON MY SKIN…

I FEEL WICKED, WANT TO BE THAT WAY WITH ME,

JUST DISAPPEAR, JUST A LITTLE WHILE, YOU AND

I, SEE WHERE AFTER DARK TAKES US?

MY MOUTH WATERS WHEN I THINK OF YOU,

WARM, WANTING YOUR HANDS ALL OVER ME…

PLAYFUL LOOKS, EYES FLIRTING, DARING, COULD

YOU AND I…?

UP AGAINST ME, BODIES WET, DON’T BE SCARED

MY DEAR….

I, DRESSED IN SHADES, WANNA COLOR ME IN BLUSHES?

I WANNA HAVE FUN HUN, NOTHING MORE….

MY MIND HUMID, NO TIME FOR CUPID…

JUST STEAL MY FLESH, MAKE ME

TWITCH….

I WANT TO BE ALL SHIVERY BY YOU….

BE MY BAD BOY, JUST FOR TONIGHT, UNDER STARS, MOON,

YOUR DREAM CATCHER….

SO, FOLLOW ME WHERE FLOWERS GROW,

SIMMERING YELLOW, INTO

SHADOWY FINGERTIPS, COME

TAKE A SIP OF ME……


UNDER GOLDEN SKIN, THORNS GROW UNDER

SUNSETS, WERE ANGELS SWAY UNDER THE

DEVILS GAZE…

NAKED I STAND, CROSSES ADORNED, WILL

YOU WATCH ME AS I CLOSE MY EYES TO PRAY?

BACK LAYS, SPREAD, SIN EATING ME, SOFTER THAN

THE FLESH OF A BABY, BLESSED, MY TEST….

HEAVEN SENT, DISGUISED IN A SMILE….

STANDING IN HIS GRACE, SHOT BY CUPIDS ARROW,

STAINED BY LOVES LAST BREATH, RISKING IT ALL

TO BE WITH THE ONE MEANT…..

WALKING FEATHERS DOWN HALLS OF MY GHOSTS,

FLAVORED IN SEX….

FALLEN ON KNEES I RAPTURE, RIGHT THERE

IN FRONT OF HEAVEN….

I PLUME IN PURPLE WOMBS, WAITING TO BE REBORN TO

YOU….

LIKE A SONGBIRD HE SINGS, AS I FLOAT AND DISAPPEAR,

TURNING BLUE…..

MY HEART FLOWS OUT OF HIS MOUTH….

FLAMES BOXED AS WE HOLD HANDS, BURNED

AT THE STAKE….

KISSES FORGOTTEN, AND NOW I SEARCH….


YOU…I…CHANCE MEETING, OR IS IT JUST

ME DREAMING?

A PERFECT NIGHT FOR WITCHY SPELLS, PLAYING

TRUTH OR DARE….

YOU, WERE MY FATE BEGAN, AND NOW, YEARS

LATER, I’M STILL FINDING TRAILS OF YOU, PIECES

FALLEN, GRABBING HOLD OF ME….

THAT NIGHT WE FLOATED ON THE FLOOR,

RUSH, RUSH AND WE WERE IN LOVE….

KISSES NEVER STOLEN, UNTIL MOON

MET SUN, THE SWEETEST OF INNOCENCE

TAKEN AWAY…..



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