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The first time I kissed him, He tasted of Mints and Hesitation, And the movement of his tongue Spelled out Uncertainty In my mouth. But the cool touch of his fingers On my back, on my chest, Left marks of longing. I could still feel him in my mouth Even after he walked away. Eight days later, I kissed him again And I realized There was a flavour to his lips That I could get used to; The mints were gone and, In place of Hesitation, I tasted Poetry, I tasted Jagged prose, I tasted A frightening brilliance, I tasted A dangerous wanting That may have only been mine. The first time we fucked, he Laced our fingers together, He

I am trying to wash the scent of you from my skin, but your shirt is not helping; the material clings to me, and with it, your scent. I am trying to wash the taste of your words from my mouth, your touch makes me feel dirty and there are shadows of your fingertips on my wrists, there are bruises between my thighs, there are burn marks on my stomach from your Marlboros, and there are marks of your tongue on my teeth from all the painful kisses you have forced like bullshit down my throat. You have touched me and changed me and dirtied me, and now my motor cortex only works the way you have trained it, now my movements only

If she were anything in one word She would have been Tempestuous. Her eyes held a storm, Her smile was a whirlwind and Every time she moved, The sway of her hips bled out A cacophony of words, a beautiful Picture of verbs and gerunds she had Not told me just yet. When she spoke, diamond dreams Coloured her lips a shiny crimson and I constantly fought the urge to lick the jewellery off her mouth, to Take in everything she left behind, to suspend the majesty of her phrases in a Flash-frozen image on the tip of my tongue. When she laughed, the shadows Inside my head retreated Back into the darkness, into the dungeons that did not know

 She was the kind of person who dreamt With her eyes wide open And The kind of girl who lived With her heart closed, she was The kind of woman I’d have wanted to keep Like smoke from a joint or The ecstasy of coming for the first time When I touched her, she felt like Morphine on my fingertips, she was An IV line of Diazepam, a tank of Serotonin straight to my brain, she Laughed out butterflies and ponies And she bled out diamonds in the form of tears She was intoxicating and breathless and for a while I was afraid because she made me so happy I thought I’d never be sad again. She made me helpless and weak and my muscles

He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and he leaned closer to me so that I could breathe in the air he breathed out. It was dark and buggy and the night was far from romantic but he had my hand in his grasp and I thought that was enough. When he looked at me, I could taste the smoke in his eyes. “I love you,” he told me, pressing cold lips to my fingers and the scent of him reminded me of Forever. Later, I realized he only smelled of Now. I smiled and I told him I love you too. I didn’t think I was lying. He didn’t think I was telling the truth, but he held me anyway. ~ He brushed the bangs away

 Under my skin, you will find a threadwork of deceit, a map of despair and the glimmer of dreams. Under my skin, more than muscle and bone, you will find lies and secret hopes; intellect and darkness criss-crossing among the green and red roads of my blood. Under my skin, there are walls thicker than fascia; there are bonds stronger than ligament and tendon that hold me together, and you don't see them but they're there. Under my skin, there are insects of doubt crawling up and over my thoughts, there is poison spreading through my words, there are daggers in Every.     Breath.        I.            Take. Under my skin is a forest,

 Pull me out from inside you,    take me and have me and hold me,        lest I lose myself in the                                                               thrust of your lips and the                                                             kiss of your hips. I relish the thought of your warmth, your    heat, that heady, musky scent coming from your                        sighs.                                         Let me touch you,                                              Let me wrap my dreams around you and watch                                 as you go in my mouth, on my skin, in all my secret        fears a

 She hears the heavy thud of his shoes on the floorboards outside her room. He isn't loud but she can hear him, her whole body finely-tuned to know exactly when he's near. The moon stands guard outside her window, but the criminal has slipped past it somehow, and he's headed her way, the sound of his ragged breathing creeping in from the open windows, from the space beneath her door. She thinks to call her mommy but before she could open her mouth, he is there, a grin already on his face. "Daddy?" She says, softly, as though she doesn't know. But she does. She knows the terrifying feel of his beard on her skin, and he's left angry-red welts

The sounds reached him even before their scents did. There was a sharp intake of breath and a muffled thud from somewhere within the forest. Akamaru's ear twitched at the disturbance and Kiba exchanged a look with his ninja dog. No doubt about it, the boy thought to himself, gritting his teeth. There was someone ruining his early morning training. Soft whispering, hushed words. Another thud, an angry hiss. Boy, someone sure was taking the trouble to keep quiet. The sun had barely risen and the sky was still bathed in a dark purple, the lightest shade of blue tinging the horizon. Kiba braced himself as he and Akamaru continued to move for

Sometimes, there is a pain inside of you. A dull kind of throbbing that threatens to rob your whole body of air, leaving you gasping and choking in your own sobs, thinking, "no, no, this couldn't be how it ends." Because it had seemed so real and JUST SO PAINFUL to let go of, because you had grown up with these people, you had searched for peace with them, you had hoped and dreamed with them, you had loved and you had fought, right by their side. That somehow you can't let go, because they need you, and you need them, nevermind that they are people on paper, and that the glory that they had lived and the battles they have won don't matter t