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Ameliorate Jul 2015
Imagining your lips trailing soft delicate kisses across my skin
Leaving little goosebumps in it's wake
My body tingling in response as you send shivers down my spine
Feeling your breath, hot on my neck as I arch my back in a primal response
Your fingers lingering in the most sensitive of places, calling out a dark sudden urge inside me.
You toy with me, cradled away from the world
For a night I am yours, lost within a sea of blankets and soft, delicious moans.
I am your marionette and tonight, you're pulling on all of my strings.
Control me, puppet master.
Your every wish is my body's command.
Dead Doe Jan 2015
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Last night I had to cut open a body.
The cadaver begged me not to
But
There's some days I don't understand Even the whimpers of a corpse.
Its high pitched yelp was drowned out by the comedy playing in the background.
The smooth blade intruded the skin.
I saw a tear drop roll from its decaying eye;
I wish I'd wiped it away.
NotHalfGothic Jan 2015
You've not been eating and it shows -
    I do not care to see your ribs
    Nor feel them ridge beneath my lips
In our night; only moonlight knows.

Our legs entwined - this too shall pass;
    When morning strikes this all must end;
    Your fingers trace my arm again -
Twelve scars from silver, one from glass.

It is your mouth that kills me here.
    There's nothing further once you're gone;
     Ashamed to reach our denouement,
You watch me as I disappear.
Shiloh Bones Nov 2014
this Thanksgiving,
I want to carve
myself
instead of turkey
this thanksgiving i woke up crying
Lyra O Aug 2014
In
and
out
my mouth
you go

feeling every inch of my warm heat
with your inanimate cold
with a streak of burning mint
and brutally
like a finger made of plastic

scrubbing my teeth,
scraping my tongue,
sliding against my hollowed-out cheeks
mercilessly,

and my gums begin to bleed
and the mint is stained with blood
and the white has become pink
and it burns
it burns

but I guide you.
09 August 2013.
JoBe Arenas May 2014
Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it aside

If you thought this
Was a recipe
It is
For a disaster

Take a banana
Peel it
Dice it
Put it inside
A little clever poem on bananas

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