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I feel the heat                  upon my neck                   sparking fire,                    just a peck                      liberated,                  what the heck                     kissing lips                  & moving hips                   touching me                 with fingertips                 hot and steamy,                  & very dreamy                    skin of gold                 smooth & creamy                   inked in breath                  & just like death,                come to take me                  then forsake me                   words you utter,                 make me shudder                                      afterthoughts                a coming morning                    & even though                ample warning                   your way inside,                    you are horning                       romancing                 of the coming reaper                    our feelings go,                    so much deeper                        not so much,                  a peaceful sleeper                       cannot wait                     or take a pause                    surgery needed                      for the cause                      releasing me,                     a lovely clause                     plunging knife,                       causing pain                        cutting out                       the ugly vein                       taking hold,                    a waving mane                       telling me,                     familiar songs                      come inside                  where you belong                        even if,                they think it wrong                 darkened hearts,                  climbing walls                   a melancholy                    southern drawl                    like a wanting                     Vodoo doll                  pounding sound                  inside your chest          Am I cursed or am I blessed?              buried in a loamy nest               heart arrhythmia                    taking start                  take a blade,                  remove my heart                  taking love & pull apart                   I hold it beating                    in my hands                    relieved at last                    of its demands                    as shadows fall                    low in the deep                    of promises                    we'll never keep                     curling toes,                    as blood it seeps              colored in cascading red                  of endless nights                      that I have bled               laid at last, telluric bed                    I'm melting slow                    into your arms                      dissolved into                 the haunting charms                        glad that I,                   just bit the farm                         lying in                    a field of wheat                     covered by                   my linen sheets                     a **** place                     for us to meet                      & burning                  in the guilty heat                 I'll write you here,                  inside my room                     skies apart,                  forgiving gloom                      push aside                  impending doom                  or what dangers                    wait & loom                  I wait for death                     & love                     ...to bloom                 Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
"Am I Cursed or Am I Blessed?"
I feel the heat                  upon my neck                   sparking fire,                    just a peck                      liberated,                  what the heck                     kissing lips                  & moving hips                   touching me                 with fingertips                 hot and steamy,                  & very dreamy                    skin of gold                 smooth & creamy                   inked in breath                  & just like death,                come to take me                  then forsake me                   words you utter,                 make me shudder                                      afterthoughts                a coming morning                    & even though                ample warning                   your way inside,                    you are horning                       romancing                 of the coming reaper                    our feelings go,                    so much deeper                        not so much,                  a peaceful sleeper                       cannot wait                     or take a pause                    surgery needed                      for the cause                      releasing me,                     a lovely clause                     plunging knife,                       causing pain                        cutting out                       the ugly vein                       taking hold,                    a waving mane                       telling me,                     familiar songs                      come inside                  where you belong                        even if,                they think it wrong                 darkened hearts,                  climbing walls                   a melancholy                    southern drawl                    like a wanting                     Vodoo doll                  pounding sound                  inside your chest          Am I cursed or am I blessed?              buried in a loamy nest               heart arrhythmia                    taking start                  take a blade,                  remove my heart                  taking love & pull apart                   I hold it beating                    in my hands                    relieved at last                    of its demands                    as shadows fall                    low in the deep                    of promises                    we'll never keep                     curling toes,                    as blood it seeps              colored in cascading red                  of endless nights                      that I have bled               laid at last, telluric bed                    I'm melting slow                    into your arms                      dissolved into                 the haunting charms                        glad that I,                   just bit the farm                         lying in                    a field of wheat                     covered by                   my linen sheets                     a **** place                     for us to meet                      & burning                  in the guilty heat                 I'll write you here,                  inside my room                     skies apart,                  forgiving gloom                      push aside                  impending doom                  or what dangers                    wait & loom                  I wait for death                     & love                     ...to bloom                 Cherie Nolan © 2016
Idk inspired?! Truly by a lovely muse this Autumn.
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Oct 9, 2016
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