MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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Tongue on the gun, waiting for the fun….

Pill stilled on words with no cure….

How much could you endure….not

remembering which voice you last kissed,

missed?

My nails red, out of your way, but, never

far from your thirst, cursed….

Out wondering night, your one delight,

who will be your next, your catch?….

Head stirs, in a blur…all you see is me

bleed, another one indeed….

*I DEDICATE THIS ONE TO PSYCHOKILLER..

PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*


 

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Pussy howling, on the prowl to meet and

greet….repeat….

*Image taken from Pinterest*


 

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I wonder how nature feels when virgin feet

walk across her back, never to take back….

untouched….

Tip toe down her spine, won’t you be mine…

I wonder how it feels to have Heaven in a daze, crazed….

Underneath thaws, runs raw as the

devil tastes…..

*IMAGE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*

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That he is adorable, so much younger than me,

but, could he be the key to unlocking…me…..

His eyes like the skies, i want to dip and fly…in

them….

His hair neat, calm, and imagine getting

tangled there, just to hear his breath against

my neck….

I’d like to taste him, hard, soft, maybe, teases

just to see shadows cross over, the afterlife waiting,

baiting, will he, or won’t he….?

Could praying hands touch sin and still

grin?

He knows…because i told him so…..

 

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A spider fell in love with the sun, The way his light made her work sparkle. So she spun her thread, To be close, For just one moment. Because spiders know, You can’t hold onto anything, Forever.

via Sun — dandeliongirl01

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I feel you in my depths Our soul connection In the deepest parts Two lives intertwined Becoming one life Two hearts beat as one These minds share thoughts Two become one A mystery revealed Time and space Do not constrain We move beyond Becoming one heart One soul One mind Our love breathes Our life […]

via Connected — Phoenix Risen

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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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I want to see him even when i don’t….

Running my fingers through sunlight,

and i wonder if i could make the darkness

rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he

becomes mine…..

Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that

line, hope to die?….

Dreams come and we misbehave,

Tasting, touching for the first time

in time slips….

I want him intravenously, bleaching

my veins as I go insane….

HIM…on my lips in secret…..


 

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Slow, low, on the go….

Can’t catch a breath, could

bleed to death….

Veins locked, balloon mocks….

Bruised, snoozed, i need some

clues…..

Can’t go deep, no need to weep,

trying to play for keeps in my

heart….beats…..

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*Street art i found on Pinterest

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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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