MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Category Archives: WHIMSICAL POETRY

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I laugh in fangs, could I be insane, too

vain?

Tongue tasting tips, dips to my lips….

Will you watch as your jaw drops?

Wondering if you would be next to

drop dead or i could be in your head….


 

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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 *

 

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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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Knees scraped, raped, looking for

a mate…but, could anyone love you

if they knew you were a soft boy…?

Heart on your sleeve, I believe in

fairytales….

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*Picture taken from Pinterest, and inspired

the poem;)*

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Lighting bugs, childhood tugs, oh,

how i miss you so…tickling my toes,

just for a pose….

Barefoot, no cares, bewares, even from

broken hearts….buttercups…..

*IMAGE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

 

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WEAVING TEASES….

HANDS UP AND DOWN MY LEGS,

MAKE YOU BEG…

THE IN-BETWEEN SPOT….

NO, YOU’RE NOT!


 

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FLUTTERING, SILKY AGAINST MY INSIDES,

CAGED FOR DAYS, AND I LIKE THEM THAT WAY…

RED CIRCLES, RAW AS THEY DRAW YOUR NAME

DEEP WITHIN ME AND I DREAM…..

HEART PALPITATES TO WHITE AND I GLOW….

TASTING WITH MY TOES AND I KNOW ITS YOU,

ALWAYS BEEN YOU….

I HUM, DRUM..RED..YELLOW, ORANGE, BLUE,

BLACK, WHITE..WHAT WILL YOU CHOSE?

PUDDLING INSIDE, CAN YOU FIND, IF YOU

DON’T MIND SUMMERY SECRETS…..

WINGS BEAT SHOWING VEINS, WHERE YOU

LAY INSIDE MY WOMB, FOREVER BEAUTIFUL

INSIDE ME……

*IMAGE FROM PINTEREST*

 



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