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How soon is now

How far is the distance between your fingertips and mine Interlocking laces reaching grabbing Weaving and intertwined like vines of thorns and flowers scented sweet The alchemy of mysterious gestures palmar grasp reflex Instinctual What is the average of your inhales and my exhales Terrible stretches of small eternities When you hold your breath It… Continue reading How soon is now

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horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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please reanimate me

Urges rising again I long for what is mine You speak to me Your voice is like spirits The type I get drunk from And the type that touch my soul I sit by the sea and drink it all in Your voice The sea My spirit The scent of salt in the air All… Continue reading please reanimate me

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breath, waiting breathless

Bated breath Waiting Breathless But I need you to breathe I hold no hand over your mouth ...aside from the one I may use to stifle your screams in the night I need your breath I need to feel it Hot and heavy Like your blood and your bones Your breath Silent except when your… Continue reading breath, waiting breathless

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she comes, moaning

The ocean is a woman And she calls to me like a lover lost I yern for her salted embrace Wanting to be close enough to hear the gentle lapping of her The rough sway of her Washing over my body Cool womb of blue and green and grey The ocean is a woman I… Continue reading she comes, moaning

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Coffee/friend, wine/lover

Coffee is my friend And wine is my lover I wake up and the first thing I want is my friend I want long warm talks with my friend Holding them in the palm of my hand Night falls and the darkness sets in And all I can think of is my lover on my… Continue reading Coffee/friend, wine/lover

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my robot boy

A box of spare parts Said no assembly required Slightly damaged, but not not rebuildable second hand, single owner My robot boy Built ready to go Dings and scratches Darker in patches Doesn't take much to turn him on Voice recognition activation Coming to life "What do you want?" I ask. "He wants sex," he… Continue reading my robot boy

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books are slutty

You'd think that a bookshelf would be were a book belongs but that's not true Books belong where they can be read easily Where a passing breeze can flutter their pages They belong by the bed and in the folds of the covers where it is warm They want to be the last thing you… Continue reading books are slutty

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pretty little horrors

I want you to know something. I need you to know something... My feelings towards you are so strong. I want you to know that I think about you... I think about doing things to you... to your body... Bad things... Naughty things... Sometimes... I think about killing you... murdering you... taking the life from… Continue reading pretty little horrors

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I woke up with a song in my bed

I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent Of you lying in your swimsuit on the bed Can’t live without your love inside me now I’ll find a way to slip into your skin somehow I wanna fuck your love slow Catch my heart, go swim Feel your lips crush Hold you here my… Continue reading I woke up with a song in my bed