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Orchid Apr 2021
"My deranged indulgence
Take me away
Back to the jail I sat
waiting,
on Mother's Day."
Orchid Apr 2021
It doesn't take much,
I wish it would take more
To get me hooked on your presence
Craving you more and more
My beating heart is easy
My legs not so much
But you've captured my mind
Where many cannot touch
I have felt love before
The pitiful, serpent kind
But something pure lies in-between
Your tongue and doe eyes
I feel sick with a yearn
To hold you, to feel
That vexing sweet smile
Absorb in the depths of teal
I've never felt such hate
For a man I so desire
But your words, oceanic
Soothe my volcanic fires
One moment I smoke fear
The other I am subdued
Waiting for your response
I shine a crimson hue
It is pain and tiresome
But what can I do?
I'm addicted and sick
To you and only you.
It's a game I never wished to play, but I have taken my seat at the table.
I guess it's time to roll the dice.
Orchid Apr 2021
Nonsensical in speech
but with deeper understanding
you can follow my words
rise to the poet panting

For he stands and sits
upon those emblem crowns
gives emotion to listeners
adorned in silk gowns
Orchid Mar 2021
For what can I say but disagree with the rest,

The daughter of Poseidon
Caught fishing out a net

With the denial of most
I cannot fear for the man

With the face of a goat
And hoof for a hand.


Fell in love like a blossom
Ripped from it's path

Drifting and floating
Then crumbling when dark,

Held my hand and watched
The snowflakes heave

And move to the sound of a sunset breeze.
Orchid Mar 2021
Roaming the plane soulless spiting rights, spitting facts

Exhausting public eyes whilst rendering a tax.
Orchid Jan 2021
I seem to forget, the point of his cries
tears paint his face
then the inside of my thighs

Seasoned with intent
I tire of his ways,
an emotional pit
with a never-ending say
Orchid Oct 2020
A young blonde, who's face more evident than her heart  
She'd cerulean eyes and the lips of a ****
A beauty for the senses, honey and innocence faded
Leaving her rotting at the core, a ****** up sadist

She was loved yet never returned the feelings to the ******
Stare you dead in the eyes and your nightmare was planned
Pitied all her life, mother wanted circumcision
So she upped and left with her ******* tilted toward fiction

Spent her days in a wine cellar, the dungeons were full
Her claws scraped at the walls bathed in grape juice that was mulled,
She'd lay on the floor, compared herself to Siddhartha
Lacerate a bit of skin every hour as a sacrifice to her father

Met the love of her life whilst dancing like a *****,
The sluttiest of the bunch, he yearned for an encore
Mother begged and refused, sensed the evil in her eyes,
She was bought around whilst she was wedged between her thighs.
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