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#decadent
wrapped around fresh bones - a graceful past, her throat filled with black flowers. petals pour from her mouth; a fractured sanity shattered in half. her eyes - a gravity of your fears - white as snow, empty as dry oceans. faint suns; pale stars in the starved sky. each day crawling closer to you; an ocean of rotting promises. wrapped around the night - her skin pulses with the ageless music of passing hours. bleeding with love, dripping with festering delight. an enchantment of decomposing virtue - covered in spoiled children of death. a kiss so bitter; a touch so sweet - all so beautifully decayed.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
All So Beautifully Decayed
Love has a Southern flavor: honeydew, ripe cantaloupe, the honeysuckle’s spout we tilt to basking faces to breathe out the ordinary, and inhale perfume ... Love’s Dixieland-rambunctious: tangled vines, wild clematis, the gold-brocaded leaves that will not keep their order in the trees, unmentionables that peek from dancing lines ... Love cannot be contained, like Southern nights: the constellations’ dying mysteries, the fireflies that hum to light, each tree’s resplendent autumn cape, a genteel sight ... Love also is as wild, as sprawling-sweet, as decadent as the wet leaves at our feet. "Love Has a Southern Flavor" has been published by The Lyric, Contemporary Sonnet, The Eclectic Muse, Better Than Starbucks, The Chained Muse, Setu (India), Victorian Violet Press and Trinacria
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
Love Has a Southern Flavor
i think it burns like ice on my bare flesh bare bodies covered in floral mesh skin to skin i want to let you in god this euphoria is filling me up only you can melt this frost over my eyes only you can keep me warm at night a taste of you i've never wanted anything more obsession has never been so decadent just soft feelings are filling my head warm like your mouth sweet like you too
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
i think it burns
What of the young Donna Reclining with book in hand A sigh circling her lips A glaze greeting her gaze Her thoughts bored of days Endless days Depthless days Where every voice and all actions Are slowly stewed In rich stock of routine And people arrive, bowls in hand Forming long, bending lines Like the Depressions of old Where defeat, distrust, damage Linger and lay Within the sleepless eyes of many
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
A Multitude of Morose
dripping decadent words laced with poison down the throats of her lovers she watched as their fantasies became their nightmares and laughed while they screamed
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
poisonous
If my life was measured in coffee rings. And coffee drips, spilling from the sides, I’d live for eternity. Your lips are like a work of art... Soft, decadent, a lustful sin. I never realized how sweet it is, to be loved by you. Don’t make me make you fall into desire. Read these words and think of me, and I will live in your mind, forever.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Coffee Rings
With lofty airs and folding chairs we formed our grungy rule, we grew from weeds and broken swings into a pungent cool, Our reign is ***** decadent more indulgent than your dreams for we lost our morals and our hope among the broken things.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Reigning cool, greetings from hell.