Love
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A woman with a body of her own. My mouth around tender breasts. Sucking to elicit sensation. Sucking through perverse hunger. To taste a little flesh. To need the body of a lover, so she may flower before these pale blue eyes. Slip off that bra. Lay down upon soft linen. Let me tweak pert… Read more
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Ain’t got no time for simple minds. No desire for humdrum lovers. The boring and the bland, so hopelessly lacking in anything worth saving. Faces like windows down endless, damned streets. Lost innocence. Forgotten magic. Where once there was fire, there’s now just ashes. Relics of yesterday, shadows fading out of view. Isn’t it sad,… Read more
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Flooded lands. Pretty girl in a city dress. Sensible, yet begging for release. Sex brings escape. It paves the way for some kind of nothingness. Years spent comfortable, yet never quite alive. Happy on the outside, yet aching within. Girl needs to feel a little madness once in a while. Needs to lose control in… Read more
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Before my eyes, diamonds dazzle as we move through layers of time. Blowing rings of smoke, the lights above us disappear. Waters rising, our teeth touch as tongues taste secrets so reckless and divine. Glittering eyes, so wild with feverish heat. Shadows dancing beneath careless bodies, passions breaks the silence of shy minds. Hands on… Read more
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Raised by feral wolves. Greedy for a little touch of something sweet. Lips turned downwards, like a spiral of delight. Hips of watery desire. Vanishing hands, but it’s not my fault. Nothing’s ever my fault. Unbandaged bodies, invisible to all but her. Birds on a wire. Skeletal Jews, victims of man made monsters. Frozen youth.… Read more
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She comes to me at the bottom of a bottle. She swims in each mouthful, with cigarettes smoked in a drunken haze. Sparks of yesterday, glowing in her tricky brown eyes. Broken towns and factories. Boarded-up shops that speak of loss and sorrow. The rain came down, soaking us as we kiss. In the park… Read more
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oh these days in hell I can’t seem to find myself wasting away the hours left cold and alone with only dust to keep me company stay in bed stay safe from anything that hurts and everything hurts between the sheets there’s only faith when love and flesh fade these ideas will last forever so… Read more
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Figures dissolving. Landscape blinking through neon eyes. All those lovers, throwing themselves into the night. Those mad, troubled seers of visions, always reaching for something more. What disturbed minds they must have, for wanting to cling to the belief that life is more than just a series of achievements. Events to be photographed. Steps climbed… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 