MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Pulsing…..

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Slow kisses turned into bruising hisses….

Nooks and crannies explored, I adored….

Flesh laid open, and you indulge, drinking

until I drown,  now your crown…..

Trails, marks you leave, Believe on my wrist,

leaving me in a mist….

Now, you are gone, but, I still feel you,

your scent in my veins, chains me…to…you

Pulsing, your scent, forever within me, the

key that always was, in waves of 19, as angels

tell a tale of you and I…….

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Night Walk….

 

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We whirled, twirled under the world, breath taken,

never debating it was you all along under the stars…..synchronicity….

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*BOTH ART WORK TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

Horns and Halos

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Lost split, twins dismissed….

One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t

kiss and tell…

I loved you then, and I love you

know, shall we make a truce our

one vow?

I, was never vanilla…..

more like shadowy greys,

pondering disarrays….

You, with a funeral glow, death

in tow….

I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with

a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,

as you pieced me to you…..

Together we became halos and

horns, the cross adorned…..

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Feel….

 

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I can still feel him on my

lips from the night before…..

bitten…bruised…..

*Picture taken from Pinterest*

 

Beneath…

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Valentine

 

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No valentine this year, only a tear in remembrance

of you, who had no clue, only about hearts full of darts….

It’s Ok, one day i will wear red, untied, loose, free….

Flowers upon your box, kisses in the wind, lost in

love, splattered in blood…..

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my Valentine…..

 

Free………

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