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Chelsea-Michaela Nov 2018
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little brown boy,
you’ll be something great one day.
always keep your head up;
so you’ll see the way.
little brown girl,
i know this world is cruel,
his eyes and those lips;
don’t be fooled.

little brown boy,
i’m in love with your smile,
you get me;
i haven’t felt like this in a while.
little brown girl,
give him a chance,
don’t be afraid;
you’ll make this one last.
for the one i love
"i am in love with you
and i know that love is just a shout into the void
and that oblivion is inevitable
and that we're all doomed
and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust
and i know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have
and i am in love with you."
from The Fault In Our Stars
  Nov 2018 Chelsea-Michaela
Cné

paint me
with the wet tickle
of your tongue
lingering with affection
savoring my fervent flavor
in bold strokes
of your obsession

color my essence
in heated hues
sending shivers
down my spine
in anticipation
of your warm breath
against my flesh
with every blissful caress
to ensue painted petals
of animation

with your supple lips
gently blur the lines
of my curved hips
softly stroking
the subtle shadows
of warm depth,
blushing
quivering thighs
as I gasp
of breath

plunge in
a primer coated palette
dipping your stiff paintbrush
deep within
the folds of my blanket
manipulating
a trembling image
of your voracious lust.

craze me
again and again
in breathless
****** glow,
your sensual brushstrokes
gently murmuring
layer on layer
in alla prima flow

delve deep
into my eyes
paint splattering
the passion
of my soul
drizzling silken strands
of love
in their entirety,
polishing me whole

and then
in blissful backwash
admire
the tangled limbs
interposed
of your
completed masterpiece
in smiling
sated repose

  Nov 2018 Chelsea-Michaela
Gwen Walker
You’re beautiful in the way you hurt me
In the way that I’ll slander your name
But willingly fall into your arms in the cover of darkness
I can’t remember when you first fell for me
Only the look in your eye that said you wanted me
I fell for you at first
You, with your pretty words and promises
And by the time you showed me your true colors
A piece of me had fallen in love with that, too
I kept telling myself that someday I’d walk away
And break free of your grasp
But that grasp has arms that hold me
Arms that, when I’m lonely in a sea of people
Are at once my lifeboat and the chain around my leg
Your kisses were beautiful, pure life flooding through me
Red hot and sweet and painful
But they left marks when your lips left my skin
Rivers of red that remind me of your affections
How is it that you were my death and my revival?
    ~O

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