#fluids
dark fluids unwelcomely
invade relentlessly into
materials unprepared
creeping brisk black hot
indiscriminant and unbound
consuming lust for gravity
over the edge
down the legs
onto my lap
down my legs
over my edge
into me—
offensively...
"coffee-brake"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
my panic sack would have
contained enough breath
to blow out most of this
year’s birthday candles
inverted,
a mask tumbles out like
some kind of lung-wallet,
hinting whispered
passwords
i hyperventilate into it
with resignation upon
each casting of a socially
distant wave
splashing between crests—
a sense of security swells
in my chest as i drown in
absolute safety...
"pest bag"
©2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
I touched myself to the thought of you last night.
And, God,
It felt so ******* good.
The thought of you above me,
Hand around my throat,
With your teeth clashing into mine.
It felt so *****
Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love.
I could hear your voice edging me on.
‘Go faster, you ****
‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’,
I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have.
My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again.
In hopes of merely grazing the ******
I can feel you,
Pulling my hair,
Digging your nails into me,
And slapping me senseless.
Everyone must think we’re sick—
But I don’t care.
I need you,
I need to ***
I need you like never before.
If this is the image of true love,
Me with my hand down my *******
Head thrown back,
Back arched,
And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.”
Then this is a fairytale.
Growing wetter and wetter,
I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure.
Closer and closer,
I’ve almost reached the end.
With a happily ever after
You growl into me animalistically.
You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop.
You look at me—
You smile.
“Who’s a good girl?.”
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
It oozes from the holes
the eyes, the ears, and nose
from other places too
your *** your **** or hose
In the flow of lives fluids
Our DNA is refined
Every cell rejuvenated
As we wipe or ******
Behinds
As humans, we have functions
most of them rude and/or obscene
substances, fluids, juices, or gases
from clear, ugly brown to icky green
The actions of our hips
Will surely make things drip
In the flaky flesh of our dallying
We renew our former skeletons
Every last bio particle
Of our human bodies
Secreted and left as poo
Or something more snotty
More akin, to doo
So be squeamish if you choose
and cringe, upon the sights
of all the nasty substances
exuded and extruded
morning, noon, and night
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
There is an ache in my hands
an itch in my brain
the fluid is flowing
round and round
faster and faster to a sudden stop
and it all come slipping and crashing out of the sides
a mess everywhere
nobody is here to clean it up or pick up the pieces
go on
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Deactivate.
Go ahead,
Delete Your Life.
Deactivate.
You,deserve
demise.
You'll see the light,
when you close your eyes.
Do it, Do it
don't think twice.
The tears
will no more
be.
Don't you want
that
prize?
evil streams
frame
your face:
end it now.
make the choice.
© J-d S. J
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC