From my cocoon,
I emerge a fair maiden;
a nymph;
a sexual desire.
I am a Goddess that lights the way,
the path that takes you,
a voyage to euphoria,
a world of destruction,
a universe of reparations
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Lost souls squeal into the night,
Broken hearts bleed.
The lonely streets.
I bask in their aftermath.
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Blazing romances;
smolder,
fester,
erupt.
Combustible encounters,
fiery regrets,
heated affairs,
carnal infernos.
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Lost souls squeal into the night,
Broken hearts bleed.
The lonely streets.
I bask in their aftermath.
.
The smoke rises,
the sediment lies,
the soot,
the smudge,
the remains.
Scorched passions.
They yearn.
They burn,
ignite the embers,
ask more;
give more.
.
Lost souls squeal into the night,
Broken hearts bleed.
The lonely streets.
I bask in their aftermath.
.
Lips that leave you on fire,
flames that climb through veins.
Skin that fuses the curves,
lustful force which bears down.
Awake the savage.
Arouse the beast.
Submit control.
Take control.
Dominate.
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Lost souls squeal into the night,
Broken hearts bleed.
The lonely streets.
I will bask in their aftermath.
.
Raw eroticism,
repeats over and over,
carry me to the edge,
past another touch.
another orgasm;
your lips;
your kiss;
your essence.
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Lost souls.
Broken hearts.
Lonely streets.
I bask in you.
.
I lay spent.
A mindless fuck.
A puddle extinguished by exhaustion.
My want still remains.
My need rekindles itself.
The embers engulf.
Those butterfly kisses sear.
I will forever bathe,
in your embers.
~ADayDreamWriter
*photo found on the Internet.