Tag: nature
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Bed of thorns.
There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fall…
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Paper thin skin.
We want steel cut skin The kind that don’t feel Efficiency above all else Ignore our essence Oh, if we did embrace.. our soft paper thin skin. Our sensitivities.. like puffs of cotton seeds floating with only the softest sigh of warm Spring.. How much more in tune we would be to each other Nature…
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Flowing Cups
I drink deep from your endless flowing cups, blood rivers from your hearts deep with no end, from your milking breasts streaming freely, and still I drink deeply and will forevermore till I spill over Streaming from my breasts between my legs my veins, my cup flowing through the cracks and ravines ceaselessly.. Still I…
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The Moon and the stars
Night crisp air, wispy hair tickling the wind. The Moon reflected his face so close, I could pull silvers around my fingertips and touch them to my lips. One lick and I am drunk, defenselessly open to his caresses, his sweet scent, his smile His breath in me.. Drinking bare-skinneddeep draughts of liquid Moon like…
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