Sex
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open the bottle and taste a little sweetness to go against the shame it’s raining, maybe snowing and i’m howling to the moon my veins are pumping, balls throbbing and there’s just no way of knowing what i’m really like but the taste of it is enough to make me numb the way i stick… Read more
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Mountains and darkness. Immersed in deep water, the kind that hasn’t seen the light of day for years. Sparkling, dizzying. Teeth and candles, dazzling like dreams. Unbalanced and unhinged, falling apart as sunshine creeps upon freshly washed skin. It’s autumn, or possibly early winter. The afternoon is young, yet the chill wind that blows tells… Read more
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I’m at the foot of the bed wearing only my boxers. She’s watching porn, and I’m writing a poem whilst fantasising about fucking her. I’m thirsty, and my balls ache. The room’s a mess, and we’ve done nothing all day long. It was sunny out as well, but I slept for most of it with… Read more
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I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to… Read more
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Between the layers of my mind, thoughts shift without time. They come and go as they please, never daring to introduce themselves. They come dressed in sheep’s clothing, puckered up like whores kissing the shattered asphalt. Sometimes, they grip me and won’t let go. They seize me and shake my bones. Always ready and willing,… Read more
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it’s not the beauty of her flesh that’s pulls you in or the shape of her breasts and the curve of her hips although to see her nude upon the bed turns you on and makes you hard something stupid but rather it’s the madness behind her eyes and the way she’s so fucking crazy… Read more
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despite what they say there’s something so satisfying about being a bum smoking, drinking eying up women enjoying early morning shits and breathing in the stench that makes you feel like such a real man jacking off to cheap porn to the sight of dirty girls who’ll do anything, who’ll never say no and then… 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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As the rain falls outside, there are no mountains left to find. There were none to begin with, though. They were just illusions like everything else. Illusions of a sick mind, abstractions that my ill body refused to give up on. There have never been any mountains, beneath the sea or above it. I fabricated… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 