MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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Colors had finally died, lied, made

me think, blink in ghostly breaths,

deaths….

I laid ashen and blush, everything hush,

pale, and upon me You climb,

snowing, exploding….

Skin on skin, open, gaped in blurry

flurries….

I quiver, shiver as you lick the

folds of Spring away…..


 

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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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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…..

 

The Skin I Live In: Jedrek Pordzik + Konstantin Vasiliev by Ian Chiang


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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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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Eyes open, eyes shut, always
there, wondering….

Amongst my sleep, following my
dreams, the ocean blues….

Awake, haunted, dark circles roam,
around and around, where it
stops, nobody knows….

Inside my head, you make
me dizzy as you pause,
catch your breath against my
memories….

Life after life you follow,
knowing the way to my
soul with such ease….

Your hand reaches out, stirs
my hair, but so far
away….

Inside you dwell, my missing
piece….You probably finish my
sentences before they leave my
mouth, catching teardrops, starless
heaven…..

You feel my body rapture,
come undone…You laugh as
the sun captures my light,
snugs you in a gentle
lullaby.

As night rises, you walk
among my shadow, letting me
seduce you for a short
time, allowing me just a
glimpse of you as you
search me to color you…..

Another day passes, admiring me
from afar, where I will
take you next on bare
feet I will wait for
you, and only you…..


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Dance with me in the
lurid bloom of the
moon, as He watches in
jealousy taboo….

I summon thee, be swept
into the scent of night,
musky, erotic, filling the air
like a lover….

I want my skin to
shimmer under your gaze, as
you drink me in, watch
the shadows frolic before me….

Inside, I chill as I
feel you darken, wanting your
sinister to cross me, engorge
me completely…..

The breath of twilight holds
as you approach, stilled like
divine beauty….

I turn, eyes meet, my
heart running to you….

Hand held out, we touch,
tingle, and so we begin
to….move…

Pulling me closer, I light
your umbra, coloring you slowly
in a sexy flush…

I….hold…on…to…you
like we have never parted….

We sway as dreams wake
their sleepy heads…

I, brought you to life,
our skin jumps inside
the other, we imprint endlessly,
no words ever said….



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