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Candles
He could light a hundred candles,
Turn ten spotlights upon himself
None would be enough to eradicate the shadows
Of the cards that he has dealt.
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Succubus
Licking at their exposed throats,
She takes them when they sleep.
When they're at their most vulnerable
And easy upon which to feast.
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She stops and strokes the scars
From the wounds others made.
Never disappearing from her delicate skin,
The most they can do is fade.
Stained upon his skin.
She let him in.
And that's where the start
Began to begin...
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There's this...
Feeling.
When he squeezes
That which he has cupped.
A pain akin to the hurt caused
By not always giving a fuck.
She pauses in the doorway
Regarding him on her bed.
Almost naked with hands
Bound above his head.
He casts his eyes towards her
Watching the slow approach of her form...
Old Poetry
written years ago
The ones making the boxes
Say they're designed to protect.
Thing is, while they're busy 'protecting' whatever,
Who protects the other one
From them?
Likes putting his big weight on their naked chests,
Make them lose their breath
Knowing they cannot breathe.
Deep in their holes
After deep-throating their toes...
Your cage has grown robust.
Close your eyes, if you must.
We're back naked side-by-side.
With your arm under my neck
In the twilight.
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I smell his sweat and candy
A sweet bar of soap.
Foam covering his hands
And
In the mirror, a glimmer of hope.
Pinching the ribbon, he pulls it
Pressing flat its satiny shine.
His gaze, like honey, oozing over her skin,
He's in the mood to take his time...
And what now?
No surprises
Left unsaid
Sleeplessness until the sun rises.
I dodged and burned
Put marks upon your arm
And then I
Hit shred.
Digital is easy
Just got to wipe the data from my head.
And as He sighs
He reminisces to Himself
Before tightening the binds.
He professes it frees Him of His mind.
What he doesn’t confess is this
It's fucking on it all the damn time.
Apparently, I don't have a heart.
Which is useful, really
'Cos it can't be torn apart.
Apparently, I don't have feelings.
So, what I want
Has no meaning.
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