There’s always one isn’t there
Slopping beer all over his shoes
He’s jostling for position
Hand secure upon the barrier
But his shoulders aren’t quite through
Because a fangirl, already half cut
Is hogging space for two
Arms are sleeves of coloured ink
Hair is blonde and striped in pink
Boobs are large and cupped in lace…
He might try conversation
“I love your tats; the skull, the eagle
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Over and over again the word disappoints me 

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- For my sleeping Savannah.

Sleep my lovely, and dream my lovely.

Close your eyes and see, my lovely.

See the fifth dimension that has formed within you,

See the universe behind your eyes.

See the truth behind the lies, see the world without disguise.

- Stars dance, in a floating sway.

Creating a rip through the milky way.

Black holes begin to turn and swirl,

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To feel her warm and gentle hand

upon your smiling face,

her tender loving caress is like

a sweet and soothing grace.

Teasing, as your fingers

trace a tantalizing trek

along her silken stockings

as you tenderly kiss her neck.

Gazing into enchanting eyes

so deep with dark desire,

whirling pools of life and lust,

dancing in dangerous fires.

A hint o...

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Touching your skin feels so intense

Leaves my breath hanging in suspense

Eyes sparkling with a fiery delight

Within me the love does ignite

Thinking about us each and every day

Jenny is so beautiful in every way

Truly she is a wonderful lady

This I know and I don’t mean maybe

With those beautiful lips of desire

My heart races like wildfire

Attraction burning...

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“Looking at you is like looking at myself in the mirror. Only that you’re the demon in me where I wanted to cast away. But then again, you are also the drugs I can’t live without.”

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The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...

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Golden boy, your hair is perfectly curled, do you know that?

And golden boy I can’t see because your shine blinds me even in a room full of people

You’ll never see the sun in my eyes, like I do yours

Your blue eyes pierce into me like a fallen icicle in the middle of a snow storm

But at the same time my hands feel sweaty, like I am lost in the Sahara desert

Oh, golden boy, with hair...

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