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Shakti Contemplations 3
Shades of Red -
I find him So Sexy, he makes me think of having Sex! - ohhh
& Kissing him = Tongues fully engaged like one who has my name engraved into his skin - Though...
He is in a Lane with the other Girl who he seemed to be in bed with
It was all in The Picture?
That's how we'd be but its awful I have really been Infected, it's Ingrained & when I finally realised the People I've Bashed, the Names & the Archetypes I've crashed because of Love
there I was - Becca,
Gore - stabbed, crawling with blood out of me from under the bed on the floor.
I love him Lustfully, Desirously & Dangerously with Everything thats wrong with Love & too much Curiosity.
I love him like the Cat wide awake - licking double whipped cream, like I've suddenly got a different Taste of Cake.
Tattoo Man.
I love him like an Erotic Dark & Forbidden Fantasy -
The love is slightly Poisonous, an instant Attraction perhaps - Essentially -
I look into his Eyes & I'm a Believer....
but we could be good Friends
& even better Lovers!
Sexually I felt him very strongly whilst Steaming - Its that Psychic Bell again, it does very well with me like an Oooooooozing Injection into ones Sex!
Ghostman - On Him who Ghosts the Most!
I can't Love him!
Its not Allowed
Its Beyond Permittance - Remitted, Denied, Destroyed, beyond Redemption -
Somehow has come into my head
Its a kind of Buried Memory
but of Led
Its so Burned that there Love lies Buried,
In Darkness, in Ashes like a Lance thrust into the heart beyond reach -
In its Trance though
Unreachable - the place where you can never love again - Its Ripped & Dead
Like a Corpse
& became a Vacuum.
I think he did it Himself, to Himself with his own Voice
Leaking at the end of the Hole his Black Series Painted
there;s no Choice
but the Vacuum of Love.
Dragonus.
I Love him when his Soft white Hugeness lies there & I climb over him to lay my slightly tanned figure into his own - like I fit into the wholeness of him somehow bare & embracing him, instead of being alone,
Caressing - Over him yet moulded into part of him fossil into stone.
I love him often as my?......or one of my dearest friends a two-way ends in Communication.
Even bits of my Ordinary Life, when we walk into a Shop, look at the Books & the Clothes, a sort of Lovelock
He is there, he is there for Me!
This makes me happy even when I am sad,
The other day I met him when I was Torn apart, Ugly & Bad,
Well I just felt Ugly & had been Crying,
we sat down on a Bench in a Park
full of Druggies & Drunkards & suddenly Love branched itself into me
from Him, from his Heart
I was amazed & so Grateful but frightened because somehow he had rediscovered
where I had fled to,
found my Love & the Part of me to give it back to.
(For Mr Dip & Dive.)
(For Mr Tracksuit Trousers)
(For Mr Xman Henry)
(For Mr Suit-case & Tie)
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