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Displaced Dandelions

Poetry By: krptdnacnce
Erotica


Debilitating Domestics,


Submitted:May 22, 2013    Reads: 69    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Shit, Like This, Pisses Me Off

What is wrong with simply just fucking?

and loving every minute of it?

Live,

no pretense.

Wire. silken smooth bodies glisten in thier heat,

Its so hot!

Connecting one to the other ,

seemingly familiar

enemy or lover...

what causes your heart to race?

Energy

Electric

Life...

blood flowing through the veins.

heat seeking fusion

living

loving

hating

confusion

pulsating

pursuing

Ill- Lusion

Twisted...

.Made into our reality...

What remains?

Tingles up and down my spine

Eratic.. . erotic... Exotic ...and Toxic...

myne... Poyzin ..

Elixir divine

reasoning I cant find.

My breath comes faster yet,

My heart beats wicked fast...

It does not beat for you.

I live without you and I forget about you

and you still affect me this way...

spiraling toward extacy...

back and forth

push and pull ,

harder, faster

thrusting me, lusting me

each glistening breathless body demanding release

I am close.

You are closing in

so far apart I don't know where to begin

mine escapes me...its gone...want replaced with cold

Exploding

your hate into me

empty

you emptying your seed Sensuality transforming natural elements by unnatural means...

unsatiable need.

Imploding

Deep

dark

Undoing....much like this sickness seems.

cover me in semen

smother me in potent liquid kisses

Intoxicating

such intensity

swallowed in its immensity

This new found want

Indescribeable...(UNSPEAKABLE)

Hunger Inside

insatiable untameable

Who decieves in this age old power play? you excite me and delight me and pleasure me in every way...but you don't give me what I deserve...

you cant give me what I need

you hinder my thoughts, I cant think with you this close

but given time to think that's when I hate you the most

beyond a ruined past, we don't share a thing

and the only time I don't hate you...is when we are fucking....

never gentle no tenderness, bite me and fight me

its really quite viscous...You Did THIS!!

You call it Love, Which doesnt exist

Deny Refuse Resist

even still, pulse rate quickens you weaken my will,

but my skin thickens, following every session,

sadistic thrill

sexuality; shameful Reality

my confession

secrets and desire -my un-doing;

screwing you.





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