Insatiable is her thirst, One more drip. Drips of lust. Untouchable is her charge, One step closer. Boiling inside. Redness around her mouth, Quenched with a high. Drowning further down. Drugs of lust tie her down, Watered mouth overflowing. Growling inside. Attempting to escape her faith, Heart pumping. Sweat dripping. Forever scarred internally, Sharpened nails…
Withered flower of her twinkled world, Crinkled. Dehydrated. Petals facing them, Drenched with dark night, Unseen. Unbeknownst. Roots whispering for one drip, Lack of dankness, Whithered. Deserted. Withered flower stands In her dark twinkled world…
She flows with rivers Crisp Clean Cool to touch Feel her Be her Jump into her waters Dripping drips of lust Forever filling your souls
Once you hear the… Unforsaken Dreaded Unwanted Unforbidden Squiggly letters that fly together, creating the horrid sentence of: “I don’t think I can l-o-v-e” Believe Run Hold your breath Scream if you must But believe. Be that little child that believes in the magical world of fairies. Twinkling stars in a flying night. Believe. And…
