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  May 2020 Cindy Long
John Destalo
the snake does
not love

what it squeezes

the bear does
not love

what it hugs

the man does
not love

what he possesses
  May 2020 Cindy Long
Styles
From the mind of a naughty girl;
                 in that sinful place
                 there is temptation
                 and by placing your finger there
                 you will bring out the devil in her.
Cindy Long May 2020
I'm drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where everything slows down and you forget what you're afraid of. Not the kind of drowning where you blink in awe of your hand in the sun under the water and everything slowly gets dark.
The kind where you kick and flail and the water burns when you try to breathe in.
The kind where your heart beats so hard even your vision pulses and you beg for someone to please do something anything.
******* drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where you accept your fate and death welcomes you with a silent yet demanding smile but the kind where you are completely overwhelmed before you can even process that you're in over your head.
Cindy Long Apr 2020
Kinda wanna run my fingers through your hair
Whispering my love and praise into your skin, pray it sinks in through your pores, have you pleading and begging but not sure what for.
Kinda wanna yank you back by the roots
Make you hiss and cuss as I demand that you are mine, hypnotize you, confind you til your brain short circuits and only I remain.
Kinda wanna kiss every inch of you
Memorize every freckle, every scar, all of your so called flaws til you lay all your secrets and fear onto me.
Kinda wanna bite and **** until you're raw.
Leave a trail of bruises and hickeys on your damaged canvas and call it my masterpiece.
Kinda wanna hold you
Rock you, sooth you; so close you wont know where I end and you begin.
Kinda wanna sew our skin together so im.never no touching you.
So wrapped up in sin and lust you literally cant take it, overwhelm all your senses til I'm the only thing that makes sense.
Kinda wanna kneel at your feet
Worship everything you are and everything you ever achieved, a dream come true.
Kinda wanna be used by you.
Rest my head on your thigh, warm your **** on my tongue as you read me filthy poetry, be the pet you never knew you needed.
Kinda wanna bring out the best in you.
But selfishly save that part of you in reserve, split personality known as daddy.
Kinda wanna make you whole
But so desperate for only me that you cant even ******* see straight.
Kinda wanna touch your soul.
But ruin you so you're no good for anyone else but me.
Kinda wanna love you so ******* much that I obsess with you.
So much I cant even process what I'm putting us through.
Kinda wanna **** you.
Carve put your heart and eat it so I'll always have the the very life of you.
Cindy Long Oct 2019
Our time is stolen.
A web of lies.
Bound to be caught
Like an insolent child.
And still I glance at you
With hopeful eyes
And a hammering heart.
Our desire is fooled
By the want we see
In each other.
The wishes we call for
Our prayers to be answered.
But we are sinners
Destined star-crossed lovers
****** to hell
For insubordination.
Our battered and broken souls
Tempted by the thought of
What could be
Blinded by our greed.
Yet still I glance at you
With hopeful eyes and
A hammering heart.
Still I glance.
Still I glance.
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