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.they crave tender touchesbut all i long foris violencerough handsthat do rough thingsteeth that biteand lips that devourhe has an insatiable appetitefor leavingthose pretty little marksi cravei am his, always histo do with as he pleasesyes, there is wantingand there is needingand this is a ravenous needa goddamn hungerto be consumedin pleasurein punishmentin pain the
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Will you see and love that thing in me That hidden gem That even I cannot discover the blood & the bones
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He lives on In every I love you caught in sound waves wings on the wind laid out in my script he is inked and coiled around every letter weighing them down down down because they are his And I have no choice But to give them to someone else the blood & the bones
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despite all my willmy endeavorsmy angermy hurtmy disdaindespite all of whatI cannot wrap these words aroundto pull it and them back into meto understand and give reason tothis ever present achedespite time and silencedecaying hopethe slow departure of my own graceand shameso much fucking shameI have neverneverstopped believingyou’d find me againsomeday the blood& the bones
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use your forcemy huntermy lovebring me to my kneesmy place to honorto receive an anomalythe only woman in the worldwho begscut my fucking heart outand watchas I will bloomand writheand breathein the violence of you the blood& the bones
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He is lying there. His stomach pressed flat onto the bed. His breathing steady. He is at peace. I’m not sure how long this will last. Or when my hand will need to gently stroke his cheek when the twitching starts. I have learned never touch his back in his sleep. For this could bring
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and what a heavy weight it is to carry knowing if I could but hear your voice once more it would quiet all the others screaming inside me the blood & the bones
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to them I was a fantasyand it’s funny how they never took me seriouslyand yet could not find a way to forget mebecause I know that I am neverendingand their arms could not hold the universe of me the blood& the bones
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and when we talk about love or lust or lifethey will ask me what I wantwhat I am searching forand without failbefore my lips can find their pauseI sayshow me that I am still alive the blood& the bones
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the lustfrom your tonguelike honeyhot and wetI lick the candy coatingfrom my own flowerglazing your saccharin lipsand my plunging fingertipsswirling us togethermy favorite flavorsand we arejust sweet enoughfor the momentto taste like love the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 