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278 · Aug 2016
Blue
Meghan Fellows Aug 2016
Red lipstick stained wine glass,
red wine to cushion the blow.
Condensation trickling, words spinning
through the hazy air.
"So what of past loves?"
The air splits in two,
lungs recoil.
I can suddenly see the moths
coming to the porch light.
How easily they're manipulated
into a false sense of warmth.
Flashbacks to red faces, black rimmed eyes.
Nights of loneliness
with someone wrapped around me.
Deep breath, push hair back.
Sip,
swallow.
"What of them?"
227 · Aug 2016
For You
Meghan Fellows Aug 2016
I do this for you, hopefully.
Hopefully,
you pick up on that.
I listen for you,
I lust for you.
But,
I breathe for me.
Hopefully,
you breathe for me too.
212 · Aug 2016
Black or White?
Meghan Fellows Aug 2016
Pathetic or poetic?
Professing love to an open room,
even after the dusk falls.
Love songs; radio play, proving
your love exists in the sound waves.
Wedding vows?
Tear stains on white?
Who knows.
My pathetic is probably someone's poetic.
163 · Aug 2016
Untitled
Meghan Fellows Aug 2016
Velvet to the touch,
the beads of sweat on your skin taste like sin.
The weight of you pressed up against me,
hands above my head, begging for no mercy.
Hold me like you love me,
but make me moan me like you need me.
Need me to want you, feel you,
touch you in all of the places that ache.
Writhing above me, moans cross your lips
as I move my hips to your rhythm.
Our tongues dance; you taste like candy
and cigarettes.
Fill me with what you know I want.
Give me that high that I crave whenever
our bodies brush against one another.
You electrify my core.

— The End —