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Hot Flashes
rising heat of a melancholy mood
slowly smoldering inside my womb
scorching the slighest touch to my thighs.
as i lie with legs stretched apart
not to spark a bush fire.
this rising heat inside,
wanting me to jump out of my own skin
and fuck myself.
His Image
his
image,
like the night.
came to me,
dark and comforting.
Visiting Room (eintou)
and still,
he makes me wet,
with a stolen kiss, or
a slip of hands around my waist.
under their watchful eyes,
daring him to
love me.
Untitled Eintou #2
foot steps
door unlocking
it's rush hour, no more.
put away the suite, and jacket
come baby, sit with me
listen to my
heart beat.
flat palms
working your back,
placing you in a trance.
arousing your body to the
sound of love manifested thorugh
kindling of
fingers.
Journey
they came
stole her away
like thieves in the darkness
she was swept away from her home
only her sandal marked
the start of her journey.
the dust
collected chains
was her last link to home
while dungeon smells welcomed her through
the door of
No Return.
Untitled Eintou #3
can you
forgive yourself
leading me into love,
an emotion not to be mine.
a gift unwrapped wrongly.
pretty paper
wasted.
Sinking (eintou)
my love's
feeling sinking
in a sea of warm sand
and i'm beautifully aroused
by the smallest grains of
his pebbles that
touch me.
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