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Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me

Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me
My skin is colored
A pigment from a palette
Of earths mother

My blood is red
Like each others

My brain thinks different
Yet similar
It wonders

Why a shade of flesh
Would matter
When chosen by the artist

The lover
The admirer
The charmer

Does it matter the cover
If you love the books contents

Coloured
She sent her picture on purpose
She knew I'd stare at it
And worship

She was always
An angel in my eyes
Even though she wasn't
She tried to be perfect

She said a few lies
When she sent a picture of her thighs
No lie
They were open

Wide

Was her smile
She sent it with sparkles
In those filters I like
Man I wish I could trust her lies

I know she's an angel
But not from heaven above

She sent me her picture
So I could reminisce
About when I used to be with her

Staring at her face
I remember how I used to kiss her
And rub against her texture

The way she smells
Feels
Melts
At certain temperatures

I remember that right spot
And the way she shakes
When I make her erupt

I know how much is enough
When we make love

She sent me this picture
So I would remember
How I used to eater
And lick her

She was always
My babydoll
In the midnight
When I would
Call her over
For a time
To remember

How we used to picture
Love
 May 2020 Chaos and Mercury
Erenn
Clenched fists armouring this will
Thoughts inverse with no given time
Etched to seek this onus regime-
Of clouded fears of clouded minds
Manifested dreams into demise
Yet pretense lure out what is candor
Pain was imminent to forsee
But truth remains the same
Pure of innocence hemmed
Heart of steel mettled with will
Burning the hays of shame
Impelled,
no longer needing the anchor
In darkness reign wars will end
The spark will flame again
That goal you given up before. It will happen again.
I want to taste
your lips until
your flavor
saturates mine
watched you for so long
wanted you even longer
my need is growing
urges getting stronger
you are not just a want
you are my hunger
My
majesty  
open your legs wide
expose to me
my destiny.
We are about to
make love
and I have
the other half
of our recipe.
This world has learned
******* a woman
How to starve her
work her
fail and burn her
This world has learned
that daughters die
slowly
rise again as living dead
souls stolen and sold
bought and bartered
then discarded
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