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oh darling,
undress me
I want to feel
my lips against your lips
skin against skin
hands wandering on your
damped body
touching you
careful and slowly
kiss me passionately
                 & love me deep.
promise me that you will love me forever.
Jake 6d
A young and hopeful soul. Fragile, yet eager for purpose. And an aging heart, cold and taught from the tests of time. Each completely driven by the infinitely complex idea of... love. Yet, the heart and her soul see this “love” like night from the day.
    For the soul, in his ever longing eyes, seeks connection. Innocent and pure, he craves something beautiful… something to call his own. He craves significance, an endless desire to have importance in the eyes of another.
    But, tethered to the same mind, resides the heart.
    Against her scarred and frail skin, nothing has hurt the heart more than what she has learned to be the definition of this trauma named “love”. A lifetime of aggression shrouding the possibility of compassion.  Bound to the brain like its prisoners and hidden behind bloodied skin and bone lay an empty soul… and its broken heart.
Poor little
in love
with the all

We never stood a chance..
My dark skin became my enemy at one point

It became my enemy, because I thought a man could never love a dark skin yet ******* up individual like me


Most of the men I liked were attracted to women of the lighter complexion or opposite end of the color spectrum

But I failed to realize that

My dark skin was rich with radiance,



And power

My dark skin failed to crack as I’m growing older

Failed to blemish to too much sun

Even failed to whelp up after childhood whippings

My dark skin hasn’t lost its touch

My faith just diminished

Because of worldly views

The Bible warned me of

I was young and dumb

Yet still truly blessed by the color of my skin
Working on loving my skin daily
Skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors

Smooth as a newly paved road yet deeply flawed by life

Patiently awaiting the touch that makes it OK to be touched

Covered by sheets of cloth so the beauty won’t be visible

Washed daily and lotion up yet eyes still wonder

Questions of ‘What do you feel like’ or ‘****, why are you so soft’?

While the skin is so deeply rooted with scars of my ancestors,

My skin still lacks the will to withstand temptation, lust, and premarital *******

Vowing the will of celibacy,

I see him and he gives me strength to be as strong as he

I would say ‘Thank you’,

But he just makes my skin tremble for his owns.
I've been insecure about my skin, because most days it becomes hard to love in this world. My Skin is beautiful.
c 6d
I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Like laughter
Or cologne
Or the feel of your skin on mine
Cyan Sep 29
You look like someone’s wearing you skin today.
Your movement’s off,
you’ve bent your arm in a way
I think you crawled
out of your mouth
and handed you skin to a stranger to pilot.
Someone unconcerned with appearances
and seems more comfortable in your leather jacket
than you do,
so you could have a day off
from being someone else.
KMH Sep 28
The rain descends
like a velvet curtain.

I use that steady
pounding, thrumming

to cleanse my skin
of your touch.

It fills me up, and I spit you out;
wring you out of my hair.

Thunder crashes
lightning flashes
and I
© KMH 2019
Anastasia Sep 26
you have no idea
how badly
i want to watch my blood flow
into the water
how bad
i want to paint the ground red
how intensely
i am hurting right now
to where
i want rip off my skin
and watch the blood
im trying so hard not to do anything to myself.
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