Magic
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Bottled up feelings kept out of sight and hidden from view. They weigh you down, pulling you beneath the surface. Too many relics, too much junk. Always silent, never releasing. Never speaking the fears that choke you when you’re alone. Lost in the woods, in a maze of trees and broken dreams. Depression, anxiety. Read more
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we eat worlds and spit out the rest madness and love. mixed together like blood and lust she gives me control tears away at my restraint. tears away at every hole on my hands and on my knees. she brings release destroying every last doubt until there’s only sin and sin is where we come Read more
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we make love to the sounds of insects deep down the rabbit hole caressing secrets at one with nature we become one with earth and air within and without from here to there come now and taste a new future all past echoes left dangling in the wind we will these days because our love Read more
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in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes, Read more
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she’s something more than just a woman, there’s magic in her heart madness so fine so shameless, devine that conquers all, her love is blameless pouring like the rain on a stormy night she’s more than just a lover, stronger than they dare imagine, eyes shining with desire, glowing with secrets and lust she’s more Read more
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breathing heavy chest rising in my arms sleepless, dreamless she melts against me her hips taking all I’ve got to give hiding her face sighing, biting gasping into my chest ‘how does it make you feel’ I ask as I show her what I’m made of and I’m made of stars raging, dazzling burning her Read more
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All is serene, and my body feels good as I step into the garden. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, I roll a cigarette while listening to birdsong. It’s a beautiful sound, and as the birds fly above my head between the trees, the smell of freshly cut grass makes the moment that little bit sweeter. Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 