Lust
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Girl got a grin on her lips. All doe-eyed and cute. Butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. In her hand and on her belly. My insides burn as she squeezes tight. She ignites the monster that resides behind these cold, blue eyes. Blurred images. Dented craniums. Flashing lights on the flesh of her thighs. Snakes Read more
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take hold of what I am, plug me in feel the burn of a maddened, bad machine eating your bones scream those animal screams as my body moves into yours let me have what I wan’t let me have it all every ounce of your flesh in my hands oh, pretty girl just give me Read more
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Girl across the sea. She wants all that I’ve got. That body of hers, just begging to be crushed. These hands, just think of all they could do. The curves they could be caressing. The buttons they could press and undress. This energy, so potent and cruel. A waste not to possess. Imagine her on Read more
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All the kings horses and all the kings women, could never put me back together again. My insides crave red walls of flesh. My belly’s full of insects. Suck’d and dissolved. Balls full of dead children. Swimming in pools of despair. Legs of golden honey. Breasts that deserve to be worshipped. Modern religion. Gods of my Read more
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Scrubbing her skin, she’s stood divided before false mirrors. Excited, a lovers touch echoes somewhere in the back of her mind. The way he used to take her, his hands shedding her clothes to the bedroom floor. It was something I did very well. Crucifix cuts across my arms, the act is initiated with Read more
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she dances like no other the most beautiful girl in town grinning like a hyena obscuring the scum that surrounds dreaming, hypnotizing she gazes intoxicated lights flashing, stars shining yeh, drunken lovers with lusty hearts the madness behind her eyes the energy made visible with angels in her hair and magic at her fingertips moments Read more
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yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty Read more
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stood in the kitchen with my hands upon your hips and your lips touching mine the warm september sun shines through the open door leading to a garden you played in as a child sometimes it’s the smallest things that tell you it’s real love the scent of perfume and the wind dancing with your Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 