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Underneath the sheets, I collapsed in your embrace.
No time to spare, against the clock it was a race.
In a few minutes, the sun will greet the morning.
Now that we have merged, we must quench this longing.
Such a sweet serenade, our hushed moans filled the air.
Placid was the room before we explored each other's lair.
Innocence we shattered as our hormones erupted.
Racing against sunrise, our senses got more excited.
Early morning ritual, we knew that it was soon over.
Denied of another round, Little Daisy needs a new diaper.
No time to spare, against the clock it was a race.
In a few minutes, the sun will greet the morning.
Now that we have merged, we must quench this longing.
Such a sweet serenade, our hushed moans filled the air.
Placid was the room before we explored each other's lair.
Innocence we shattered as our hormones erupted.
Racing against sunrise, our senses got more excited.
Early morning ritual, we knew that it was soon over.
Denied of another round, Little Daisy needs a new diaper.
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
Smoke and Mirrors.
Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
lust dust
and and
hope smoke
and and
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me,
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