Sex
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Sacred sighs, lost in a sea of time. Bodies and souls, from a world before the fall. Original sin passed from beast to man then back again. Melancholy makes us feel real. It keeps us from becoming machines. A true state, not tainted by cheap glitter or modern progress. The progress of eradicating passion and madness.… Read more
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All those tiny memories. Those fleeting pieces of a puzzle we gave up on long ago. We are prisoners to our feelings, and it’s something quite beautiful and something quite sad. Time gets behind us, and stretches further than we dare imagine, yet it’s never there when you need it most. So many plans… Read more
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An intake of cold breath and the distance between our hips is reduced. Shapes that move beneath your dress. The steam from my mouth; how it covers every inch of what I desire most. More than a woman yet these hands know only lust. Sometimes, pleasure gets the better of personality, and it shames me always.… Read more
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Whores have feelings too, or so they say. But you just can’t get close enough, though, I mean, the thought of all those lovers. All those insects that have been there before staining themselves upon her. She does it cause she’s lonely. It doesn’t mean a thing. That’s what she says. But it’s hard to… Read more
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She’s silent. Chemistry, something something. Lips open, and a tongue pressed against blood-red gums. Eyes like a cat. Bright and wide. A poem inside that defies holistic minds. She stalks the shadows. She walks the golden line between pornography and beauty. There’s more yet there isn’t. The stardust of youth for hardened veins. No… Read more
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In fifty years or so, I’ll be dead. There will be no more tomorrows, not anymore. Most likely my body eaten by cancer, and then ravaged by fire. My remains scattered in a lonely cemetery, or perhaps kept on a mantelpiece in some tasteless urn. Maybe it’ll be sooner. Could be tomorrow, or next Thursday… Read more
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Old cement factories as she tip-toes across the landing wearing only a baggy jumper. The way the rain taps against the window as she slips between patterned sheets, it reminds me of a time before the great fall. Curled together, she bites my chest, yet I can only think of the necklacing video that still… Read more
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I looked up an old lover yesterday. She was the only girl I was interested in for the best part of five years while we studied together at college. She’s married with kids now and by all accounts living an entirely harmonious life. I remember the first time we made love. It was in… Read more
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The curse that’s wrapped around her, squeezing tight that slender waist. Vines constricting her breathing with sleepless nights offering nothing but regret. Smothered like a child and covered in bleach, the horrors of the past can never be left behind. Smiling through the pain she struggles, aching and lonely for someone who’ll help; for someone who’ll… Read more
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You can’t save yourself in the eyes of who you claim to love, just as you can’t hide from the one who looks back at you in the mirror. Bury yourself in work. Hide behind a facade as flimsy as a paper house. It’s all for show, and it means as little as a… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 