i woke
to the feel of your teeth
upon my throat
your breath
hot
against my skin
as i melted
into this
lake of crackling flame
your subtle smile
engulfing
the rigid sense of self
leaving me nothing
but embers
to float like fireflies
at the edge of the
night
the sun has begun
its lazy ascent
to wash the land
in shades of
yellow and blue
but it is in
the dashes of pink
that bring your
haunting beauty
into stark contrast
with the writhing
against the silken sheets
of penitent submission
i do not mind
the edge of pain
that rifles through
the waves of
indecent demise
as long as my
final seconds are spent
in the consumption
of your hungry mouth
the lines of blood well
to showcase
the incendiary elation
of her fiercely possessive
euphoric bliss
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inspiration controls the words.
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I’m pretty certain I like you a lot
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ditto
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How does one sign up to wake up like this as well? Though, waking up requires the ability to sleep.
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the secret it to never really sleep so the you cannot tell the real from the false. I need to do a TED talk about it.
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That’s the secret? Pfft. I’ve been doing that for years!
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and that is why your poetry rings true.
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