Urban Sexperience
"Intrigued by the way your hair blows with the wind so effortlessly, I'm fascinated at your adoration for darkness as you willingly allow it to consume you without fear of longevity. This stained finish within my flesh is long term, however I will allow you to apply friction to my surface vigorously, just for your own personal piece of mind. It's okay, the colour will not smudge....but you can keep trying.
It's apparent that we're two of a kind, but ultimately just the same as we trade the air that we breathe with one another without changing the colour of your lungs. Leave the past in the past, and allow me to receive reparation from you on their behalf, by gracing me with your presence within these warm confederate sheets. I can assure you darling, in this moment, your ancestors are frowning down upon you and I. All is well if you follow my lead...
and don't look up."
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Aveugle (Poetry)
PoetryBlindfold me then ask me what's the first beautiful vision that comes to mind and I guarantee your name would roll off of my langue with the greatest of ease. When I think of you, my mind can't stop racing from the endless possibilities of you and...
