The taste of your lipstick as our lips meet and tongues flick. The taste of your hand, as I kiss it like sand. The taste of salt as I kiss away the tears. The taste of food laying on a table, providing you are able. The taste of beer on a hot summer day, relaxing … Continue reading Senses #4
Agents of Darkness
The agents of darkness strike again inflicting misery death and pain. Plots to kill injure and maim all don in a dark Lords name. The dark Lords weave their evil across their Web, recruiting its agents brainwash their heads. Lords of darkness agents of death, wreaking havoc on the enlightened, running Scared and Frightened as … Continue reading Agents of Darkness
Words
Words tell a million stories, some believable and some absurd, scaring you to the core with just one well-placed word. Words can define you or undermine you, be true or false. Words can kill you and hurt you inside as they punish you and deride, kicking you in the side, beating over you like a … Continue reading Words
Playground
Black safety surfaces highlight the bright colours of the playground with children all around, they climb and run and jump, on metal frames and trains. they imagine they are climbing a mountain to rescue fair maids and gallop away. Driving a train passenger laden picking up knights and maidens. A large swing hangs like a … Continue reading Playground
Magic Weaver
Lost in your shadow, your billowing love, free as a bird, not pure as a dove. Come find me tonight, in the dim candle light, open your mind and dictate my plight. Make me tingle and writhe in pleasure, let me feel your warmth and caress in good measure. Run your fingers through my hair, … Continue reading Magic Weaver
Tight Space
Tied and bound in a small room tall enough to stand but not enough to turn, escape I yearn, ropes start to burn as I wriggle and twist and turn, in discern. Dark place, no space, just me and the fear of closed in space, darkness in front of my face sets my brain running … Continue reading Tight Space
Pinball Day
I feel like a pin ball, bounced into an arena where there are obstacles to trip and bounce you around, pounded from pillar to post not really knowing the host. Flashing lights make it seem so bright, but, when you bounce back its far from right. For a minute you are winning and all your … Continue reading Pinball Day
Watching You
I see you from afar and wonder how you are. I try to catch your eye so you know that I spy, the shimmer of your hair catches my eye and your image occupies my head as I lie in bed. I want to say hello but the rejection I just dread. I wonder if … Continue reading Watching You
Little Boy Soldier
Little boy soldier what have they told ya? Kalashnikov on your shoulder, ten or eleven not much older. Did they tell you that you might die and stop you from having a cry and did they tell you the truth about why? It won’t hurt you won’t die and if you do you will be … Continue reading Little Boy Soldier
Nomad
I am a nomad no fixed abode, always on the road. Moving from place to place never knowing what I may face. My home on my back my hole world in a pack, always going forward never looking back. Nomadic and free I can be me and people will say who’s he. No one knows … Continue reading Nomad
Rhythm of the Ink 
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