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508 · Apr 2017
Without Breath or Love
Lillian Luna Apr 2017
Shooting stars cascade in sin
below my skin
as blood and sweat boil beneath
my fingertips gentle part my wanting lips and slide and sink and tease and penetrate
the desire burning between my parted thighs
as lustful songs escape my mouth in silenced moans
and whispered gasps of pleasure raise
with my hips up into the air
as my arching back forces
my head deep into the pillow
my mouth grips with my clenching teeth as my legs begin to tremble
the stars collide and burst
and I am lost without breath or love
and in my hidden shame
I ache to speak your name
Lillian Luna Apr 2017
I am doll parts and monster hearts stitched and sewn by chaos and insanity
I am nothing more than plastic and vaseline
A worthless hole to satisfy lust of selfish flesh and hollow heart
Nothing more than the abomination of loves desperation
To hold and kiss death as life so often does
278 · Apr 2017
Lonely Poetry
Lillian Luna Apr 2017
I don't exist except
in words of lucid dreams
and fantasy of flesh of loneliness
I am milk and breast
of lustful fists full of blood
and anticipation of self degradation  
I am illusion of hopeless love
tangled in webs of illustrated fairy tales
of hopeless infatuation
Yet in every wish I am
still no more than ghost and hoax
of someone who does not exist
outside of page and ink
of lonely poetry
252 · Jul 2017
summer dress
Lillian Luna Jul 2017
I love the flow of your summer dress
in the late day warm breeze
pushing soft fabrics over smooth legs
leading up in perfect curves
to smooth mounds of forbidden gardens
of flesh and sin and lust and love
and I die just a little at the thought
of planting kisses underneath
the cloth that lifts so easy
to expose the flesh I want to soil
with eager fingers and slippery tounge
to undress your soul without taking off
that summer dress I love so much
that hides the beauty of your universe
from eyes that don't belong to me
and we are blind know
in this place
in the fading day
and cooling breeze
and I die a little more
kiss by kiss
and moan by moan
As my fingers tend
and tounge plants
seeds of sin
and dreams of love
in the garden you keep
below your summer dress
231 · Apr 2017
Love is love is love
Lillian Luna Apr 2017
Love is love is love whether it is a boy kissing a girl kissing a girl kissing her kiss or riding her lips or a boy ******* his friend who is also a man who likes the taste of his hard snake
and love is love is love no matter who it is beneath their clothes they are and whose in front or underneath or if its a finger or a fist drawing moans and groans
and love is love is love and it isn't your concern what they do behind closed doors or who is behind who and who swallows and who bleeds and if they want to do it on hands and knees
and love is love is love no matter how filthy it may get to your mind its not your body your not their law your not their god they can **** whoever wants to **** them back
and love is love is love whether its her mouth or his flesh that turns sin into hearts pride I'm not the one that's here to judge who loves who or how they do because love ******* love should never be a shame or sin when love is love is love

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