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cait-cait May 2018
i know that i was lied to
from your place among each star ,

glorified, i
let you lie—

as you looked right down
your nose -

it is sad,
as
you bit me for a kiss
then grew a
house
inside my heart

how could i ever have let myself
love you
?
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Annete May 2018
What’s it on my lips,
You want to taste?
What’s it on my cheeks,
You want to touch?
What’s it on my nose,
You want to smell?
What’s it in my ears,
You want to hear?

What’s it in my hair,
You want to pull?
What’s it on my neck,
You want to bite?
What’s it on my hips,
You want to sway?
What’s it in my hands,
You want to grab?

What was on my back,
You chased so well,
Thinking that in was just lust.
When, in fact, you’ve found
Love
Looking straight into my eyes.
Standing across a room,
Looking around to find you.

I see you, I feel you, I think too much about you.

But you are blind.
Blind to my looks and glances.

You seem me, you feel me, but you don't think too much about me.

Skin on skin.
Hot flashes of flesh.
Too much to think, too much to feel.

I didn't ask for this,
But it's too good to be true.

Touch,
Feel,
Look,
Grab,
Bite me.

You may leave your mark on me,
But I am not yours.

Because there is no us.
And there will never be...
An "us".
Danielle Mar 2018
I bite…
The tender fleshy part…
My tongue.
All at the risk,
of being bleed to death,
just for your
Quiet satisfaction!
Sometimes it's better to be quiet, but honestly my first response is to go on the attack. I do manage it sometimes, but lord help the person who becomes smug at my silence.
mikumiku Mar 2018
When the friends are cheaper than the pills
What am I supposed to buy?
When the *** don’t do and horror thrills
Shall I laugh or shall I cry?
When the high lasts longer than a word
Which am I supposed to take?
When the dream is sharp and reason’s blurred
Do I sleep, am I awake?
When the body’s hotter than the heart
Will it keep me warm at night?
When the love hurts better than the dart
Shall I kiss or shall I bite?
When the egos bigger than the deeds
Which am I supposed to praise?
When we cut the wounds and not the weeds
Is it life or just a phase?
Bee Feb 2018
E  v  
      e
    r
  y
so often I
like to think back on
that greasy summer- my hidden
lover. Teeth ripping into me like they
were devouring a sticky peach on a patio
near the beach; hungry and so full of desire.
Early eyes quivered as I suffered your satisfied
fingers on my thigh-  feeling the contusions that
replaced my pale pink skin. A felt existence left
devoted in moments like these-our compulsive
wrappings conceal the fortunes that can be
found only in one another. In a way, this
biblical dimension carries a perpetual
forgiveness and passion that play
together hand in hand.
and
bite
now
she
is
in
the
trunk
my car is running
she is still calling me help
she liked to lick
?













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hi katelynn beth
"lick and bite"
good luck
sleeping
two
nights
...
mjad Jan 2018
they come and go
i never say no
hold my hand
grab my waist
pull me under
hold my face
bite my lip
have a taste
no time to waste
all the same
copy and paste
Jenna Kay Jan 2018
Poison me
Bite your fangs into me
Grab my heart in your hands and make me watch the blood seep through your fingers
Because I love it when you control me
                                             I mean hold me
I want you to grab my waist and dig your nails into the soft skin
Make me feel something
Even if that something is painful
And I'll probably regret you
But ****, does painful look like stars
Dillon Neal Dec 2017
It
Toothless it whispers
And tells me stories grim
It's a black cat with crooked whiskers
Scratching, beckoning, let it in

It lurks in the darkness of shadows
In cool whisps of the night
It hovers, and in absence grows
It's the calm, just before a fright
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