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I write these words in hopeful thoughts That they may touch you in ways that my hands cannot The way the stars unveil our desires for the forbidden, Casting a mystic glow Upon the faces we've tried to keep hidden Beneath the cloak of our own shadows Dancing in moonlit reveries Sparking lightning between neurons, The touchless Kiss of flesh As the nerves ignite Like two galaxies Cascading into a horizon Of endless starry nights - rs.darko

I picked up the feathers from the wings you clipped Armed myself with inkwell confessions And leather bound solace

I wish I could speak to you in double orgasms, so every word after "hello" left you writhing in ecstasy.

Maybe number five or number six I believe that's which one I am Out of all of your kids Kinda hard to keep track to be honest Met another one last August And that part wasn't even the hardest Because you abandoned her too Left us to grow in the dying carcass That should have been a relationship with you It was weird missing a stranger Because every time you'd try to meet up, Something always had to come up Still I begged my mom to wait just a little bit longer.. All I wanted was a father Always wondered how you could deny me as your daughter Was it easy? Born into this feeling of inadequacy Because you didn't want me Maybe you just felt guilty Or maybe you just forgot about me So rejection became the normalcy Well acquainted myself with my own mortality Over that longing for duality I suppose I never got enough vitamin D And M seemed to be just a little too busy So I supplemented those spaces With the faces of other men Always loved my step...

I cannot be tamed Nor am I here for you to contain When you don't even call me by my name Solely perceived as a means to entertain As this fantasy As I see that's all you see in me Is a chance to be inside of me But to be honest your rollercoaster does not look inviting And I've reserved my right to refuse riding No not because I'm scared or nervous But because I seek self-love and true purpose Because I strive to be more than just my surface More than my supple curves and porous, dewy trenches Side stepped you Like your collection of wenches didn't dare to Maybe because they didn't see fit Or maybe they didn't feel that they were worth shit Maybe a man told them their whole lives that they deserved it Deserved anything less than to be treated like the sacred goddess The muse, the solace, The very chalice which brought us You see, life would be nothing without the womb Encompassing you Igniting the the wick to your flames and fumes Wh...