Affliction. Anguish. Agony.
Narrow halls with hurried bodies like crowded cows. Mooing left and right. Images of hands can't be shaken. The need, the sudden longing for a touch intensifies. The search for the face that haunts the night. Chocolate hair, broad shoulders, calloused palms and rouge lips. Nowhere near the vision of sight. The pavement stomping restless heels, causing sound to bounce off of red brick walls. Exhausted air leaving lifeless lungs that only breathe for the body with a heart of grey. Eye lids lead to black. Scattered moles and freckles light up like stars across the darkness. The day comes again. Lungs stop. Legs stop. Hearts stop. The sight of life fulfilling eyes burn into the back of the brain. Affliction. Red rushes to the apples of cheeks. Anguish. Beads of sweat pool between fingers. Agony. Why is he standing in the middle of the masses, staring straight through the soul that carries his pride? Tears appearing on glassy orbs and cold noses. The world seems to speed through time, yet two bodies stand still. Sudden feet clad the earth toward the one thing that needs to feel the rush of adrenaline that comes with his taste. Arms over necks, hands lost in hair, lips interlocked with lips. Eyes watching everything, yet no cares can be found. Getting lost in the person that make goosebumps litter across skin. Who knows when the next feeling shall take place. It doesn't matter, the only thing that does is right in this sliver of time.
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A Collection of Imagines
PoetryThese are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone. These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy. Normal - you Italics - them Slight smut warning.