MyRedAbyss
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soft, she’s soft like snow a thousand kisses warm as sunshine honey, she tastes like honey making my aged soul feel strangely alive flying like a bluebird not chained to the sky, soft like a pillow of dreams keeping the demons at bay making me safe in her arms, the stillness of love in 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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Self portrait wearing favourite jumper. Read more
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it’s pissing down outside streets drowning, alcohol staining my dirty insides if only the sky could become a sea and swallow me up if only the layers of time could tear open allowing me to go back to a place i once belonged rain, always rain filling up my tired, heavy heart like an ocean Read more
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don’t let the days bring you down don’t let the hate in your heart drag you beneath the surface where the waves ride high above your head, when there’s so much sadness pumping through your veins with things going wrong at every opportunity it makes it all seem so impossible, words that never come… Read more
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She’s curled up on the sofa in her pajamas. Or maybe she’s in the garden, sprawled on a blanket looking up at the sky. Light years and sunshine; comets and the taste of summer. Flies buzzing around her head, the hangover from the night before slowly sweats out of her. Sunday, the day when life and… Read more
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intimacy born in drunken wonder bathed in flashing lights her mouth your mouth dissolving with passion the sounds of sounds as we dance bodies, stars birth the lust of touch the hush of desire those endless moments when the atoms in her heart burst leaving her in a state of sheer fucking bliss Read more
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The sun sets solemnly, visibly indifferent through the trees upon the hill. Light is fractured by an abundance of leaves that sway in the breeze. It’s warm outside, and the day is old. Hours pass, comforting, mocking. Dust settles upon tired skin. Yawning, collapsing and daydreaming whilst everyone moves on regardless. Colours fading, thoughts succumbing.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 