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I. Steel black pincers circle my neck Harsh little whispers against my ear I promised myself I wouldn’t go back anywhere but here anywhere but here Your words string together with the right amount of sting But baby, your poison drives me crazy Your venom seeps within my veins and god, I’m dying for another taste the hallucinations you paralyse me and I see stars in your wake II. Pomegranate lips, the colour of Sin. III. I have a hard shell to break, and no one has completed the feat so far But with every touch you poach me through and through again and again Until theres nothing left of my metal armour Until the skin I once called home is nothing but a soft saggy shell a shadow from my past I need to remember who I am. IV. Your touches are soft petals Grazing slowly across my skin leaving goosebumps in your wake Rosebud lips caress me gently Sweet kisses near my cheek Playful nips tickle my ear Soft breaths along my neck And when I finally open up ... theres the sting again.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
The Scorpion
I. Steel black pincers circle my neck Harsh little whispers against my ear I promised myself I wouldn’t go back anywhere but here anywhere but here Your words string together with the right amount of sting But baby, your poison drives me crazy Your venom seeps within my veins and god, I’m dying for another taste the hallucinations you paralyse me and I see stars in your wake II. Pomegranate lips, the colour of Sin. III. I have a hard shell to break, and no one has completed the feat so far But with every touch you poach me through and through again and again Until theres nothing left of my metal armour Until the skin I once called home is nothing but a soft saggy shell a shadow from my past I need to remember who I am. IV. Your touches are soft petals Grazing slowly across my skin leaving goosebumps in your wake Rosebud lips caress me gently Sweet kisses near my cheek Playful nips tickle my ear Soft breaths along my neck And when I finally open up ... theres the sting again.
Here's to the Scorpions in our lives.
jademelrose
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
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