your scent

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too shy

  too shy, you once whispered to me. too shy, you once kissed into my neck. too shy, you once bit into my lips. i was too shy for you; i opened my petals to you like a night bloomer. when the clock struck eight, i was yours to play with, yours to sate, yours […]

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yours

  the crush of ice, melts when your tongue traces secrets up and down my back. splintering under the heat, we need more than twisted sheets and incessant pleas when you miss me. it hurts to leave me like that; burning like a shooting star, glowing with red-glazed heat, you crashed into me like a […]

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kinda

  i kinda want to sit in your car and talk about nothing and everything. you scroll through your favorite indie artists, i pretend to listen so i can hold your hand. i ask you about your dreams and passionate things, so i can follow your eyes, and watch as they burn as bright as […]

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wild things

i am coasting on a beach with pink palm trees and with water that bleeds on the sand like angel dust. we crash when we come together like a wild thing. we crest when you tell me I’m beautiful, you push me away with words like perfect. we tumble when my thighs quiver around your […]

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you

  you read my poetry without every truly reading it. you saw me without ever needing to turn a page. lines and lines of my soul etched in ink, you took one look down and saw more of me then i ever thought.how do you do that? know me so well when my mouth is […]

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push-and-pull

It’s a give and take world Where what-ifs and maybe’s Plunder without afterthought. We push and pull from those Who smile and decay: our seeds Quiver before shooting out Like falling stars. The grass Is stained in a dollop of honeysuckle And dew, is it remiss to lean Down and take a sip? If you […]

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The Taste of Lust

I have not tasted the clear, sweet, idle summer day’s waters, nor have I fell asleep in fretless slumber, my lover’s body entertained with mine, our brown, clean lines– bodies smooth and rittled with untampered pores, melding together as one. Despite the barrier of my pink, healthy gums, and straight white teeth, the murky, tasteless […]

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