A Series of Seven

Humans are so easily swayed.
Lured by gilded promises of hollow
trinkets, in exchange for
a continued existence vainglory.

Lust is the physical
manifestation of vulnerability
in the feminine divide. Worshiped
crudely he turns her vulgar and ashamed.

Pride is the self-entitlement
of the neighbors home. Tailored
fit, aloof dispositions. Stay
calm while we spit on your culture.

Wrath knows what knife will
cut deepest. What another's blood under
our fingernails, teeth grind to the
gum feels like

Sloth gives too little, to help the soul.
Glutton takes too much, to feed others.

Humans covet
the things we see around us. Envy
is the colonialism that has grown
too powerful because my pockets will
never be empty.

The And Series

Ball and Chain

I want to love you.
I said to my body.

A type of feather-light love that wouldnt
strain bone, crack spines or
bruise my lips when I lie.

Body. I said, this shit aint fair
what your doing to me.
Your too heavy and I am sinking
into this wine too hard and too fast.

With your heavy love feeling like the
ball and chain around my thighs
My thighs are, sore thighs.
With the amount of strangers that keep
falling in betwixt and between.

I want to love you,
but you make my arms too heavy.

Honey I said, this shit aint fair
what your doing to me.
As I sink into
the winetoo hard and too fast.

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Dependency versus Cruelty

Dependency is not a weakness but a default in ones character that is priceless.
Cruelty is never being able to spend another night in another arms.
Afraid of waking up to them fucking me bloody, bruised, red, and raw.

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Blood and sTeam

I fill the hollow inside your bones.
And pounding on your ear, till I become known.
Do you feel me run my

fingers calmlyalong the sides your chambers?
I have no choice but to float
as you force me, pump me, and push me.

Do you feel me behind your eyes
As I see you before mines?
I turn cold inside your shivers.

So please dont feed me too much
sugar and clog up our world with too much
fucking syrup and honey.

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Dehydration and Sex
Lips softer than rain
I drank. Every. Last. Drop

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The Bed Spoke and Smiled

The bed was crowded; not that it mind. Havin' a day off from bein'
weighed down by her loneliness was refreshin.

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Untitled and Melancholy

Hope only breeds eternal misery
When you look into the abyss

The abyss
will be looking back into you.

So be careful in what you hope to find,
you may receive hell within
your own confines.


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I dont love you anymore.


Her stare was hard.
Like a rock that was thrown from her hand
and was caught by
my face.

I can taste blood
from where I accidentally bit the insides of
my cheek.

And fuck did it hurt.
the stare. Not the rock metaphor used
to describe the stare.
That was all figurative

But the 5 words that
followed was the actual pull of the trigger
 to the gun that released
the metal bullet which pierced
my heart and literally killed me.

asleep

She felt lips on her dreams. And hands, heavy and warm sliding across the planes of her mind. Combined with light brushes in between the folds of each scene. It drove her deliciously mad.

Skin, breath, eyes, mouth replayed over and over again, deep into the night. Fragments Flashes. God it always felt so good. Even long after she had awaken with a wanton name on her tongue and pictures lingering still behind her lids.

Morning

She woke up early today, before daylight savings came drizzling into her bedroom. Lying with her eyes closed and body alive with fingers cupped between her thighs.

She still thinks about her. When will too soon no longer be too soon? She has no answer for that. Just because February’s tempest days is fading quickly into the background of her mind, does not wipe away anger or desire. Not completely anyways.

These momentary relapse will be the death of her some day, she thinks as she throws her head back and cums.

Bewitched body and soul

She is the dream in the world that comes crashing around. Blindly. closing her eyes to see. Her name whispered against the knife called lust as it fills the body with life and trust.

Each thrust, moan, and fuck compares nothing to the swallowing of her voice.

Leaving her scent in every breath she tastes. Fasination lingers around to wink at her frame of mind leaving her closed eyes moist.

Press Play

This isnt over baby, she wont believe a word they say. With eyes closed her heart cries. Whispers still lingers from last nights, and fingers still twitch from pause to stop to play. This song is for you says the empty sheets as the bed rocks and sways.

Running around the moans, floating above, and collapsing against the lips. Choking on empty air, none sense and incoherence. Counting the sips of lies as they pretend kiss. Tastes just like bliss.

momentary fix

She wanna be addicted. Needing, shaking inside lustful bones. Rolling in heat for the things unsaid but needing to do. There has never been another so potent, fire in she blood. Tangled sheets and sweet heat.

a picture thought moment

Nobody whispers her name better than sinned stained lips. But her secrets are only for night ears. She flees before morning with a fond smile. Remembering how lust was very pretty last night with lovely eyes, dark sense of humor, and soft laugh.

Sinneslust

She wanted a new mask, one less translucent. Her friends started noticing the horns on her head, the little devil's tail swinging on her heels and the smell of repent. If the drugs didn't kill her the side effects will.

She needed the new sins scented all over her, needing to taste this beautiful tragedy. A deep inhale will make her fly. Having her wings ripped from the seam is much worst than dying.

Her allure is so contagious. With diseased eyes and a wicked tongue she watches as you fall and samples as you cum.

Taking you down where baptize drown the young. She is one of the fallen, and if she must go under she will take you with her in the long run.

Sapphic

The bedspread said obscenities as I watched it from across the room. Standing naked for my audience. Flirting with night. Many have seen the show before, so they all know what to assume.

This one was different. During our promiscuous nights she had bit a little too hard. Leaving on me pretty little slut marks.

Clothing tossed all around. I stared at impassively not moving to dress. Light snores of another lay in another world. I wanted to join her but I cant stand the smell and loved look at how beautiful her skin looked unmarred. So I watch and let her rest for a bit.

But making sure to split before the sun unfurled.

Women of the Streets

The night burns her tongue making her gag but she force down its compliance. The poisen was strong but she wanted to feel the tingling sensation of cuming without a conscience.

Loneliness is one hell of a drug, says the lush to the lust in the mirror. She will never be able to see straight, ironically she thank fucking God for that. Her panties was wet from the first glance, watching tonights harlot cum nearer.

She need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside. Wanting herself die a little bit, she takes one more hit from her questionable cigarette. She strips out of her skin just for a while. Letting the chaser smooth the ride, to making the night less bumpy of a journey.

Drunken vices and virtues

Her vices has a vice-script hold on her drunken soul. She loved lowering her inhibitions so when she was high enough, she could wave as they fly over her head. Thinking of lies yet to be told she kissed her, him, she and her again.

Always fun to herself...but not so much to others. Especially when runing low on rum and coke. Never a quiter just more resigned. She is her mothers cookie cutter daughter. A budding grape compared to fine wine.

Taking all her follies to bed with her and making sweet lust in a wakeful dream. All temperance getting lost in between clean sheets. Pretending to be the fool can only last for so long before guilt gets thrown up. Prayers to the lush Gods in sexy moans, painful screams and torn hurls.

Deep in her toxic vacation from the sober real world. Slipping slowly and diving further into the Brandy. Quickly finding the familiar fading pain. And spending the night on isolation's lonely shores.

Forgive me?
She asks yet again.

As unconsciousness floats her out to sea.

Désirer de faire l'amour

Her name is the seduction
that rolls leisurely off the tongue
and floats into the air.

If vanity had a look
it would be seen through her eyes.
She is the temptress that whispers

poisonous words in the ears of idle minds,
so Lucifer can play easy.

Moment of thought

The darkness patronize her
Hiding forbidden skin from carnal gaze
As if the night was going to stop her
From indulging in her favorite habit
No time for her conscience to weaken her resolve
At this moment lust controls her world

Moths

Innocent ears are fooled by sweet melodies
The smirking mouth tells all lies
Moths crowds her mind, their wings tickling the walls
They are lured in by the bright feathered birds and lustful light
Cramped fingers, lecherous hands, broken nails
Present changes the past tests and past fails
Four letters, four meanings, one song, one word
Family, friends, lust, and lover
The bird destroyer and the moth creator
Captivating and playful wings lead her astray
But it is the letters, meanings, song and word
That keeps her from getting eaten by the hungry bird

Lust and Betrayal

Whisper me a secret. One so vile and immoral
Gods soothing rod of smite inside your head whispers loudly
But you are deaf for Judas kisses your cheek and
Cleopatra brushes your hair
And their lingering presences is enough to make you
Sin again.
Without regret for lust and betrayal goes hand and hand