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Desire In Dreams

You fall in frustration,

screaming at the soft carpet that greets you,

because I torture you,

ever elusive,

long legs,

across your desk,

long monologue,

where I pretend not to notice,

that you want me.

I talk about it some more,

your desire is my world,

and all the world’s a stage,

for girls like me.

My lips are soft,

and yours are cursing me,

they collide every time I try to continue speaking,

because you’re rushing me,

for your own sake,

and eventually mine.

I watch you lose your mind.

Last night,

I dreamed that we went to see a movie,

stuck to the seats,

as your hands decided to be sordid,

hungry for something the snack counter didn’t stock,

I was devoured by a demon that had already consumed my soul,

and I woke up from that,

like nothing was wrong.

How does that make you feel?

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Letters

Soft sighs,

as I see you,

in my cards,

heart racing,

as the future finds me,

alone in my bedsheets.

I write you a love letter,

inside of my head,

I will never ever send it,

but I will trace the syllables onto your skin,

as you sleep beside me,

hoping that you’ll understand,

the things I find hard to give away.

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Dormir Contigo

Mirrored,

under the moonlight,

that is soft,

and just a little curious,

I say yes,

when you ask me to stay,

meeting you,

in a place that already feels familiar,

your name,

already so familiar,

to a mouth that was still mourning,

but saw new life,

in the lillies,

that are ready to die.

I am ready to live.

Singing Dormir Contigo,

as I make myself presentable,

barely present,

because my mind has already left the house,

heading down the astral highway,

to how you looked at me,

when I woke up next to you,

how your eyes seemed to shine,

only for me,

and I felt so alive,

with you.

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The Man Who Broke A Goddess

You kiss me,

keeping me high above the sky,

in the clouds,

I am Aphrodite,

irresistible Aquarius child of the roses,

writhing beneath you,

repeating your name,

like an incantation,

enchanted and ever mischievous.

Baiting with bad behaviour,

waiting to be banished to your bed sheets,

to atone for my atrocities.

Whispering Hail Marys,

hypnotised,

giving gossip to Jesus,

before you return to my view,

your immortal state,

dangerous,

compulsive,

an evil that I love to embrace,

as my inhibitions fall away,

into wayward waves.

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War Is Over, If You Want It

Good morning God.

The war is over,

my eyes are bleary,

blinded by the sun,

sinking into his soft skin.

The sun is in my soul,

cursed by his charms.

I am rich and warm,

smiling,

wild and wicked,

as I seek him,

beneath the sheets.

This feels foreign, God,

and I feel foreign,

often,

but this,

THIS,

is so different.

You sent him to me,

not with wings,

or blinding light,

but just as he was,

just as I wanted.

The conflict has concluded.

In my body,

there are knots,

I am confused,

and caged,

finally free.

I think I might be happy.

I fell asleep last night,

my pillows became clouds,

and I met him in my dreams,

God,

there he was,

in my dreams.

All night,

I found new ways to be sane,

cursed to be less chaotic,

finally cursed with something I can use,

soothed by him,

and the way he sends the sun to my soul,

when he is the first thing I see,

in the morning.