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Full moon,
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
Your breath
freezing
in my hair
and
half-cocked
promises
dancing in
sepia-toned
whispers.
This glimmer
of something fey;
of a fleeting, flitting thing
that might be
some kind of love;
glimpsed only
out of the corners
of eyes,
in flickering shadows
on starlit nights.
Perplexing peripheries,
fantastic phosphenes
dancing
just beyond reach
intangible as your words,
your whispered pledge;
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
And how is it
that I'm strung here,
hypnotized
and dangling like
a locket;
with pretty pictures
tucked inside;
trapped because
you've locked it?
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
Your breath
freezing
in my hair
and
half-cocked
promises
dancing in
sepia-toned
whispers.
This glimmer
of something fey;
of a fleeting, flitting thing
that might be
some kind of love;
glimpsed only
out of the corners
of eyes,
in flickering shadows
on starlit nights.
Perplexing peripheries,
fantastic phosphenes
dancing
just beyond reach
intangible as your words,
your whispered pledge;
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
And how is it
that I'm strung here,
hypnotized
and dangling like
a locket;
with pretty pictures
tucked inside;
trapped because
you've locked it?
Literature
Sex
Lust fueled the flame of desire.
Bright white tongues lick heated skin.
Yummy flesh to tease.
Hardened bodies do a forbidden dance.
No romantic sentiment.
No sweet I love yous.
Fevered passion.
Nails biting flesh.
Animalistic noises.
Lips bruised by passion's pressure.
Bodies move to the music of an erotic tune.
Teeth feeling like a vampire's kiss.
Enticing flesh to cum to attention.
Tongue with a feather's touch.
Ecstasy driving two bodies to the brink of bliss.
Cries die as bodies find climatic ends.
Enjoyment appeased until next time.
Rough movements turn to gentle touches.
Give me five minutes.
Give me a drink.
Give me
Literature
Girl With Inferno
"Girl With Inferno." Mystaki's finest, in your opinion. Scry-blink portrait on a 4 by 6.5 rush sheet. Such a mind. No whimsical impressions, haziness, embellishment. Even the shadows on the floor correspond to the fire between her fingers. I had my physicist perform some calculations. A master of reason, Mystaki. A connoisseur of objectivity.
We don't know why he glimpsed her. Or even why he decided to perform the rites and encase his memory on a rush sheet for us to retrieve. Blinkers can't encase all of their memories, you understand. Each impression they craft chips away at their powers of recall. The winding decades of introspection most
Literature
Lavender Incense
As Lavender burns,
Smoke swirling and rising,
Floral aroma fills my bedroom.
Soft and sweet
Herbaceous notes
Comforting and pacifying.
The final curl of ash
Drops from the stick.
The grey wisps pale and vanish.
The aroma lingers a while longer
Eventually growing faint
Until fading altogether.
A simple pleasure
That lifted my spirits
Like the smoke from the stick.
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I got the chance to collab with the wonderful harliequin and it was fantastic! Working with her was effortless and I think we've managed a pretty seamless piece.
You should seriously check out her other work.
You should seriously check out her other work.
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Oh this is wonderfuuuuuul! Very well done, you two!
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Full moon,
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
and
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
Gorgeous work to you both!
Favorites:
Full moon,
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
and
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
Gorgeous work to you both!