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False Sunshine

Burnt Paper.

She's as beautiful as the sun's peak.

Softly spoken with powerful speech.

A scent stained on your skin, it's a lovely song being imprisoned in your head.

It's her mind spilling out, it's her troubles crying asking to be fed.

Watch as the smoke rolls off her tongue.

Taste the burnt paper as she ash it out.

Her eyes dilate and transform into a new dimension.

She explodes as her lungs try to scour itself while the potent substance emerges in her brain.

She's a different a person.

Her lips don't taste the same.

Her touch isn't the same.

Everything is ecstasy, everything is ....

Her breathing intensifies, she digs deeper.

The moan between kisses is broken.

Shaking from the pleasure, her heart stops.

Her eyes singe into yours.

Her body still on fire as her mind turns cold.

She shuts her eyes and finally breathes.

She rolls over so far away like a punishment.

Dare to touch? What are words?

A frozen barrier between.

Seconds, minutes rage by.

Until a crackled sentences escapes and fills the room.

With heated ears, you don't make her repeat it.

Jump to her request, engulfed in her power.

A pounding heart on her naked back.

With a silky hand intertwined with forbidden fruit.

I fall in, nothing to lose.

False.

Do you believe in aliens? Only when I'm high.

Do you see space ships? Only when I'm stoned and ready to go home because it's too potent to stay put to stay low.

Do I believe in you? I don't believe you're real. I never feel you when I touch you. But you feel it. You pull me in tight. When your lips part on mine I'm stuck. Your eyes turn into a kaleidoscope of blues and greens and my heart rate is non-existent. I'm engulfed in this spell. I hope I live to tell others. I look around and it's just black. She backs away and as I reach for her she glows blue. In shock I reach back and I see I'm green. She tells me "Sh.. Darling. It's all a dream". I jolt up and I find myself on the floor next to the cocaine whores. So do I believe in you? Yes but when I'm high because you're not real but alive when I take this pill and slip into your bliss. I just choose to keep this lie because I'm crazy to the naked eye.

Forever Part 1.

She feeds her admirers with her smile. Yet her touch is so coal. A stain that imprints her style. She's a new creature you've never met before. The creature they warn you about when you leave. Her burning finger prints on your arm she uses to lore. The air gets thin and your heart is out of your chest and she smiles as she licks her fingers over your growing solid body and she hovers over you teasing your lips and she grunts as she smells your hair while gently rubbing it before sinking her nails into your scalp and she laughs proudly as you shudder beneath her and your name floats on the wall of the others. You look so weak and poor. You are now hers to explore. She has you on demand and you can never leave.