The mystery of my love is astounding...I can breathe and make you feel like you're drowning, but my goal is not to see you frowning..yet I am counting down to living alone in this world. once untouched by those remaining words.. Stolen away from such feelings of uncertainly...vile wishes unconscious kisses.. Saliva drips with hands on hips..slapped and unaware of this poisoned kiss..spinning around what is this!! Am I talking about me or this secret demon? Goosebumps appear .. Flesh on flesh .. Let it continue ..
Urge to bite .. Might cause a fight or much delight..
Insecurity is now chewing my brain ..
Hair pulled ...distract me..
Lips touched.. Come at me!!
Shaken words .. Hand to hand...
Let me take you to this unknown land..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
