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he is the
very antithesis of me,
yet somehow
in the night
we blend
so well.
light and dark
coming together
just to learn
what the other
tastes like.
 Jul 2016 Srishty Mittal
Jen Sim
I see your eyes, as they saw through me, to the deepest, darkest depths of my heart.
I hear your voice, as it once had caressed my soul, winding and howling on the wind.
I feel your kiss, as it once left my cheek glistening with the dew of your love, now spilling from my eyes.
I cuddle in your warm embrace, as on many a cold night when all we had was each other, constantly surrounding me.
You were my child, my friend, my beloved, my guide...
Not a day goes by without wishing you were still here.
When his teeth
Sink in
I've never felt anything so gentle

No part of me is
Mine anymore
I am
No one
With out
His hands pushed deep
In my cavities
 Apr 2016 Srishty Mittal
Shannon
Here's this marble heart to give you
Sculpted by the schoolyard scrapes
And kitchens grapes
Fed one by one
Cool and sweet beneath my tongue.
A wooden heart that's held inside
These metal ribs to catch my sighs-
And when I feel the need to flee
I'll kick start this rusted knee.
Inside this ancient Chinese vase
Is my very lovely face.
Valuable to only me-
Filled with cracks that you can't see.
My fingers long, the wedding band
For I married sugar sand
My hair is heaps of fireflies
Who whisper sweet their bedroom lies
And you will take me by the thread
That pulls me back into the bed?
And you will take your time to paint
Straight lines that divide the saint?
And you will watch my crippled frame
See Monet inside my pain?
I'll open up the garden skies
To meet him where the trestles rise.
For I have met a man today
This time, I may not run away.
In my outstretched redwood palm
Fate has left me coins and calm.
Bite, my lover, as they quiver-
The lips that kiss you,
Bite the giver.




Sahn 4/13/16
Thank you for spending some time here.
 Apr 2016 Srishty Mittal
Shannon
As i throw it, watch it shatter
Pick discretion-make them matter
As i fumble for the clock
And **** upon his lovely ****
Because my tongue is sharp and wicked
You taste of lemons when i lick it.
Remember when I'm going down
This queen wears a jaded crown.
And when your grip has found my hair
Pull it till the devil's there.

Sahn 4/16
Die into me,

Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
         To your body.

          The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.

I die into you,

      I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
      And read the inscription:

   He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
    The Sacrificial Lover.
 Apr 2016 Srishty Mittal
Syaff S
I woke up today with my hand on my chest
I think I dreamt about you last night
I wanted to call you but we left things at 'We'll still be friends'

*Hello, I miss you when it's night and in daylight
You weren't fine in my dream and I thought I'd call.
I just wanted to know if everything's fine with you, that's all.
I still have both your numbers memorised. They're no longer in use.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
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