MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Category Archives: MUSICAL POETRY

I want you to race after my heart, as my

skin is tight in blues…..

Hands on me, peeling folds as

I turn to gold….

I like turning you on as you

watch me walk, as we free the

world…..


The moon glows so close to my skin,

sending my scent to you, and on padded

paws you stalk, taunt….

Head bowed, golds averted, I, your

prey….

Damp between my legs, Luna smiles,

licking her lips, you snarl, bare teeth, closer….

I stand, bathed in night dreams, rays tasting

every inch….

I divide….

You come upon me hungry, as man…..

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Don’t even know if you are worth my time, drop

down on your knees…please…..

Lick your way up to the top…

Think I will eat you raw tonight,

kill you slowly….

Can I entice you to juice on me….

Hands between my thighs, oh my

how I love to turn you on…

You straight as a jacket and I wear you

nightly….

Pussy growls when I am on the prowl….

So, crawl to me….

I look up at the sky as angels fall,

heads up, Heaven on their lips…

You so want to count me on your tips,

see how far I can bloom…..

Oh, no, you can’t have me your way!

Face me, make me come….for you….

I am your pill, so slip me under your tongue,

take it like a man!


I, as in you came from the stars….

Somewhere out there you still roam,

tip to tip you light up….

My stomach flutters when I think of

you, chilled, so far away you are…

I bet you’re in love with music like I

am, somehow putting me in your

space if just for a short time, melodies

touching our skin at the same time,

my breath there…on you….

I am missing……

I am on the verge of being awake, and

I can’t…..

My heart aches, trickles, slowly losing myself…

Skin silver, maybe, then you will find me….

Come back to me…..

Love will not beat for me, not one tune to

arise, always a disguise….

Pulse cursed, no matter how much I claw,

rip, I remain just bones….

I fucked Destiny from behind, opened

cosmos just to drink her, down my

throat she wondered, but she never

gave me a peek, just a tease…..

I begged and pleaded, but she swam

in my tears, splashed them to the next time….

Washed, flesh covered, I will make me all

over again….

*ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS*


Sands of time play through my fingers, cutting as they

fall, flow to my feet, curses bowing down before me,

their queen….

Could you love me harder, embed me in your skin, grains

of each other?

I walk shores of abandon, letting myself sail, closing my

eyes just to breathe you…

I want to be your pain, your pleasure….

Callouses rip me open, draining me

to feed the dead…

Worship me rigid, in the glow….

Feel my heart pulse in shadowy

melodies as I rapture before you…..

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Sweet me, treat me, eat me…I am your sugar rush….

Your midnight snack flashing red…..

Your pearly habit, under sinful hoods, sinister smiles…

Your powdered delight on candied bites….

Make me red, wish I were dead…..

Rattle me, cast me in ruins, just to spill me

all over you…..

Stir me syrupy on addicted irises…..

Color me blossoms as I drench, quench you…..


I feel you in the air, shrouded in riddles

you stir, invoke…..

Night dances for me behind closed lids,

as you come, whisper in breezes, should

I follow you?

Fingertips haunt, taunt as

you circle me…..

My lips part, I escape, never to return…..

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I LOVE MUSIC DEARLY, AND SOMETIMES IT DOES

INSPIRE ME, SO I AM ADDING A NEW CATEGORY

TO MY BLOG CALLED MUSICAL POETRY…ADDING

SOME OF MY FAVORITE TUNES AND PUTTING MY

WORDS WITH THEM, I HOPE YOU ENJOY:)



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