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Lovely.

Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in , , | Posted on 7:09 PM

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You turn and stare, seething
My body's screaming
For your hands down my pants
It's no want; it's a needing
A golden idol in the flesh,
So here I am,
Breathing
And bleeding

Just to get your attention,
Did I mention
Your body's debating mine
With choices and contentions
So I stand still and give you time
You pray you've brought protection

Watching sweat drop down your arms
It's no surprise;
My eyes translate your body's lies
You're charmed
Please don't be alarmed if I make the connection
That this moment is ours

Eyes meeting briefly
As my tongue in your mouth
Viciously dares you to leave me
But you spread open my legs
As if you've got the need to have me
And taste me
Your hands fumble with your belt
Why are you so hasty?

You tell yourself it'd be a waste
If you decide that you must go
The play is halfway over
And you're starting to enjoy the show
But as you search through your pockets
For a condom, or something
You realize you've lost it
You've got nothing

You look back to see my face,
But dear,
It's clear
Like Houdini, I've disappeared
Leaving nothing but the mess we made
On your brand new sheets
I had what you wanted,
But sadly not what you'd need
You were hungry, my lovely...

...so I let you eat.

;)

Blue

Posted by captainlemonberry | Posted in , , | Posted on 7:08 PM

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t h e s o f t b u z z i n g o f a f l y e c h o e s i n y o u r e a r .. .

It snags your attention, and you turn your head briefly
The daftly painted pastel walls, you’ve been told, are meant to calm your nerves,
But as you sit in the man-made pseudo-serenity,
You can hear the “peaceful” walls turn into obscure hindrances,
Throwing every insult possible at you
A couple seated several chairs down from you converses clandestinely
You close your eyes as the wind carries their voices
Down the aisles towards you,
And you hear their every conundrum
Not wanting to procure prompt visions of
A familiar, staggeringly failing lifestyle you had so lovingly forgotten
And supposedly left in your past,
You try to shut them out and lock the door
The smell of your cheap perfume temporarily satisfies
The neurotic sentiment burning your insides
Right about now you’re itching for a cigarette,
Anything to take your mind off of this place and these people
In your mind, you reminisce about good times,
But your self-repulsion interrupts the joyous nostalgia,
And like a filthy whore,
Shame opens its lewd legs for you
And coaxes you with a desperate, erotic moan
Your eyelids flicker open to the boring, hopeless world around you
Anxiety, you're scared
You begin to get up,
Past the couple,
Past the receptionist,
Out of the hospital,
Oblivious to the calls of the confused nurses
Calling attention to your wounded hand,
Bloody, broken, beaten, unwilling
But you don't turn around
You don't come back
You run,
Run,
Run,
You run in your disgust
And your self-loathe
You run,
Until the hospital
Becomes one with the horizon

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