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Wanderer Sep 2013
You run your hands
I run my tongue
Hands tangled in my mermaid wish you were here hair
I've got a mouth made for bruising
With your flashy kick stand made for using
Between you and me who needs three?
Pushing me down with rough assuredness
I never did take orders well though
Flipping over, landing face down exactly where I am needed
Now who's song splashes off of white washed walls?
Please. Gods yes. Just like that.
I want to tell you to blow it all over my tonsils
My face. Stomach. Chest.
Any where you want
But I don't
Instead I increase speed
Not as soft and easy as I seem
Rough palms cradle a well made skull
One last ******. ****. A hissed name on begging lips
My tongue swirls around your most sensitive ridge
You shudder and pull away
Kissing me softly, tasting your appreciation on
my swollen lips
To *******. A truly enjoyable talent to have.
Wanderer Sep 2013
He may not have the world's largest ****
But **** if he doesn't know how to use it
And he can spell correctly for that matter!
Wanderer Sep 2013
I pass the time unthinking
Knowing with the soft slide of flesh against mine
That I don't have to say a word
Well maybe one...please?
Said in the most sacred of exhalations
When the heart races and all your body wants
Is to be completed by the urging of another
You drive me wild
Hair tangled like sheets around our grinding patterns
Slap of heated skin against rough palms
Mmmm...just like that. Don't stop


I wouldn't dare.
Wanderer Sep 2013
At that moment he'd tear open and live inside of her skin, burrow into her bones, swim
In her veins along with the blood that powered her heart
"more" she moaned
Just when he thought she was incapable of speech
But no.
That one word had him pounding viciously
Into her silky, slick flesh
Teeth. Nails. Strength.
Secret sighs that only the darkness knows
Shared between them like prayers and promises
Only if for a night
deep inside where it mattered most
Her muscles clenched around him
Signaling the chaotic order of an explosive ******
So close to the edge of pleasure and pain
That the line between their physical bodies blurred
Her arched back, throaty cries were all it took
For him to let go
In the after glow while breathing and hearts slowed
He was no longer his previous self
He was a devastated man
Wanderer Sep 2013
He was a fire *******
Born with hungry veins and an eye for danger
A quick smile with a sparkling eye captivated
Those who stood close enough
Through barefoot and a hundred more
He danced the melody of carefree living
Unfortunately his time here was too short
Playing  that hard left him blue
Three a.m. knows his story
His tastes,  his memories
His laughter still echoes
Tears fall unchecked
Puddling at our feet for his loss
We will mourn him until the end of our own fire
For once we burn out we will join his again
To Jordan. Heroine is poison. You left us far too soon. Rest in peace. 9/10/13
Wanderer Aug 2013
I want to take better advice
Latest being love like you've never been hurt
Dance like nobody's watching
Keller knows a thing or two
I found part of myself within those Break Science
Lights
Pigeons creating a helix of electricity
Within the shallow depths of my fingertips
Thankfully I can pull it closer
Feel it's lazer beam muscle spasm ******
Straight through to the other side of how I think
How I interact with the pulsing beat pounding within my vasodilated veins
I lost the darkness in your shadows
I found the light in mine
We raged that night until our bodies, twisted and wounded like geriatric versions of ourselves
Fell into tired cuddle puddles
Smiling, saturated with festival funk
All thoughts dissolving into psychedelic dreams
Wanderer Aug 2013
I have looked up through telephone wires
Still feeling very much a visceral part
Of my preconceived notions of safety
Even with the realization that I cannot look for it up there
Strength does not lie in numbers
In metal
In words
In religion
Or flesh
Those roots run soul deep
Reflecting midnight pools of
I-know-why-I-have-not-fallen
In eyes as big as a full summer moon
You can smell it's heady perfume in my hair
Catch the dazzle of it's fortitude in my smile
I watch their hands tangle together
Knowing that there is not a knot I've met that I cannot unravel
Find comfort in your soft sheets and current pleasant dreams
Expecting other's to always carry your weight
Instead of using your own two hands
Leaves you nothingbut a **Nightmare
This is in response to the pathetic ramblings of the eternally naive and self-made disasters I have been forced to expose myself to more often lately than I would have cared.
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