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Erotica
was
your
surname.
Born
on the feast
of Dionysus,
the smoothness
of your skin
was like wine
that left
every man
longing for more
of your
taste.
Addicting.
Tempting.
Soothing.
Your lips
quenched
thirsts
better than
summer rain.
A vixen.
A seductress.
A temptation.
A sin.
You were
the laity's lust.
You were
the lover's gluttony.
You were
the harlot's envy.
You were
the virgin's pride.
You were
the moralist's wrath.
You were
the suitor's sloth.
You were
the cheater's greed.
But though
your fingers
unleashed
the sinner
within one's self,
your face
reflected
the innocence of
a saint.
And deep down
your soul,
your climaxes
were regrets.
Moans
were tears.
Bite marks
were razorblades.
You
wished
for the end
of this insatiable
obsession
for the flesh.
Pandora,
the hand
that launched
all evil
and the hand
that hoped
for hope.
Pandora,
your first name.
was
your
surname.
Born
on the feast
of Dionysus,
the smoothness
of your skin
was like wine
that left
every man
longing for more
of your
taste.
Addicting.
Tempting.
Soothing.
Your lips
quenched
thirsts
better than
summer rain.
A vixen.
A seductress.
A temptation.
A sin.
You were
the laity's lust.
You were
the lover's gluttony.
You were
the harlot's envy.
You were
the virgin's pride.
You were
the moralist's wrath.
You were
the suitor's sloth.
You were
the cheater's greed.
But though
your fingers
unleashed
the sinner
within one's self,
your face
reflected
the innocence of
a saint.
And deep down
your soul,
your climaxes
were regrets.
Moans
were tears.
Bite marks
were razorblades.
You
wished
for the end
of this insatiable
obsession
for the flesh.
Pandora,
the hand
that launched
all evil
and the hand
that hoped
for hope.
Pandora,
your first name.
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
Literature
Unsave Me
U n s a v e m e
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Cruel savior-
Make me beg.
Starve me-
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
Primal
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
Unstained,
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Tarnish me
Sweet prince,
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
Literature
Acceptance Ch 43
**Yaoi Warning**
Its fucking freezing, Dev muttered as a gust of cool air slid up his sweater, a violent shiver wracking his body.
It is nearly Christmas, Dev, Jerry laughed, bouncing along beside him along the sidewalk. And you are just wearing a sweater.
Dev scowled. Its a warm sweater, and it isnt that far from the car to Jessicas house.
Then quit complaining, Jerry grinned, seemingly impervious to the cold as his thin shirt rode up an inch or two in time with his stride. Jerry gave Dev a wicked look. Or maybe I should
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Awesome work as always