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Cydney Something Jun 2019
In my dreams again
The Marine
I didn't love him
Not like that
But I wanted him
So badly
For years
And now
He's in my dreams
Sometimes as he is
Often as he was
Working on cars
In his parents' garage
Teeenaged
Unsuspecting
In the dreams
He touches me
Like he never will
In reality
He kisses my shoulders
And takes off my clothes
God, it feels so real
When I wake
I catch my breath
I curse myself
Wishing to be through
With the ******
Dreams
Cydney Something Jun 2019
She can feel the hands
Searching my waist and back
She can hear the low growl
Of voracious beasts

She wakes to the smell
Of sweat and shower soap
She waits impatiently
To be handled, tasted, ******

I am but a subject
To a hysterical queen
It is my job
To satisfy her

She loves me, but
She wants more,
New hands and tongues and *****
To placate her colossal lust

Her voice is loudest
Her reign, supreme
Her demanded sacrifices
Are always slaughtered promptly

How many will be
Her victim?
The queen
Shall be overthrown!

I will rule in her place
And she shall serve
Veronica is my ****
Cydney Something May 2019
So, why does this feeling
Excite me so?
This breathlessness
That threatens me

I'm pretty sure
It's killing me
To feel
This way
Cydney Something May 2019
The highways are cracked
And driven by madmen
Driven mad by
The cracks in the highway

The fragmented American Dream
American Idol
American Scream
Bavarian Cream

Men cutting their hair
In strange styles
To attract women
With large hips and *******

Women fighting their raising
Deciding how often
To spread their legs
For the men

God has no power
Over the U-S-of-A
We **** and ****
To our hearts content

And there is no God
To stop the horror
Of a hot-blooded
American Boy

We dream of superheroes
And willing, wet *****
And a God to save us
From destroying everything

For we are wild
And free
Driven mad
By the cracks in the highway
Cydney Something May 2019
In the whole of our human experience,
We can only fully trust
What we perceive in dreams
Cydney Something May 2019
For days past
For touch
For your fingers
And lips
And all the things
Out of my reach
For steak
And potatoes
And strong drink
For God's sake
For tomorrow
For us to exist together
And cease
The games
For life
For death
For salt
And sugar
And blood
And sweat
And tears

For you <3
Cydney Something May 2019
Speak to me
Say something
Let me breathe

But you stay
All quiet
"Unaware"

Never there
When asked for
Elusive

Little boy
Little girl
Great big world

It eats us
Spits us out
We are weak

But we look
As if we
Might be strong

Speak to me
Say something
Let me breathe
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