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i watched them walk off together into the dimmest part of the woods.
(he slipped his hand beneath the back of her silk shirt and touched the small of her back)
i remember her laughing.
as if calling my name i heard the wind howl at me, yelling to me
and whipping my hair back,
pulling me with her long whispy fingers,
forcing me to turn around and walk away.
my tears must have frozen before they hit the ground
(it was so cold that night i couldn't tell if i had limbs or not)
i remember slamming my fist on the hood of the red car infront of me just to make sure i could feel.
(i felt nothing.)
the track below my feet the next day was solid
and the straight white chalk-line swiping the middle of its length compelled me to keep running.
(i hate tracks. they're too constant.)
people complain over change.
but i thrive on it.
in fact, i breath it.
maybe i've figured out the master plan.
or.
maybe i've thrown myself into some bottomless pit that i can't scratch my way out of.
(life. fair?
you gotta be kidding me.)
(he slipped his hand beneath the back of her silk shirt and touched the small of her back)
i remember her laughing.
as if calling my name i heard the wind howl at me, yelling to me
and whipping my hair back,
pulling me with her long whispy fingers,
forcing me to turn around and walk away.
my tears must have frozen before they hit the ground
(it was so cold that night i couldn't tell if i had limbs or not)
i remember slamming my fist on the hood of the red car infront of me just to make sure i could feel.
(i felt nothing.)
the track below my feet the next day was solid
and the straight white chalk-line swiping the middle of its length compelled me to keep running.
(i hate tracks. they're too constant.)
people complain over change.
but i thrive on it.
in fact, i breath it.
maybe i've figured out the master plan.
or.
maybe i've thrown myself into some bottomless pit that i can't scratch my way out of.
(life. fair?
you gotta be kidding me.)
Literature
First Orgasm
I will give in, tempted to aching
by offers no one could refute:
sink fingers in you
rich with textures
of heat and of similes;
begetting truths.
*
I'll stain you intensely in kisses
leave love bites on pale flesh
begging
Literature
sex
two people completely connected
feeling incredible senses
everything else leaves their minds
for that short momemt in time
all you feel is this incredible pleasure
all you want is for this feeling to remain
and it is so hard to contain
so you moan and scream
nothing in the world feels as good
it seems like a dream
as it gets harder and faster
you get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasy
you begin to hear a beat, a melody
you may slow it down and change positions
but all of it is so delicious
bodies become sweaty and moist all over
and dirty wetness is so wonderful
the intensity becomes stronger
it won't last much l
Literature
Sex.
Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.
A voice
without choice.
Indeed,
to lope
and cope.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Making mingle
be single.
Singular-
Like the word unheard.
But those
who speak
are weak.
Just fuck
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.
But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.
But what is life
without Sex?
A goddamn vex.
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Beautiful piece of literature. Has a style to it that I admire very much...