MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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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…….

*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*


 

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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*


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Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,

wondering what you are thinking….when my heart

is breaking…..

You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk

to trees to those who believed….

Strolling in purple fields laughing at the

wind, your twin….

Your spirit remains, contains in the end,

where you blend….whispering in the trees

that carry your breeze….

 

*I wrote this poem when my husband passed that was

also featured in his service. I dedicate this poem with

my heart and soul to all that he was*

Photo credited to Pinterest


 

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Where is that love that will roll me at

night by candle light-just the two of

us under wondering eyes?

Hold hands, kisses that bend-

where we watch heaven alone as

it yawns…

You wanted to show it to me-your private

thoughts, lost for me to find….

From me to you-forever, then the

sun rose-and still here we are…the

stars and the moon….

Where one chair sits, you added two

to the blue…skies…

I was your sitting still, bothering me

baby, never letting go.

You, wishing you could breathe

for me, loving me one more time…

 

*I WATCHED THE MOVIE THE CHOICE OVER

THE WEEKEND, WHICH INSPIRED THIS POEM.

PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

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For a time I am broken, heart swelling, welling because

i couldn’t be what you wanted and you couldn’t be what i

wanted….

So many tears have stained, gained my face, but, i

feel, and won’t be ashamed.

My veins travel wobbly now, a path uncertain,

but, only for a time….which soon shall pass…

 

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I wear two hearts around my neck,

one is mine, and one is yours, the one

i am still trying to find….

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