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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
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Do not treat me as if I am fragile When what I want What I need Is to feel you abruptly and without permission breaching my walls entering my soul leaving behind the shape of your fingers in the curves of me and the impact of your sex on my skin for days to come…
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because they saidhe would bethe warriorin the gardenI sowed the seedsand I wateredand I waited but the man they sent home was a gardener no more so we wilted so we wasted away the blood& the bones
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I ripped the curtains from the wall and let the sun lick my wounds until purpose called my name … the sunlight laysupon memy skin a longing palesoon clarity arrivesarms open with promiseand an oathto hold meas happinessan old lovercalls againto make amendsfor it’s absencein winter’s bed the blood& the bones
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I will write about you even when I beg myself not to the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 