A/N: So this is probably from 2006-2007. Again another unfinished poem...I need water...*ahem* The feel of velvet skin etches its way into memory, already overloaded with sounds of her moans, the taste of salt that beads along her neck and the sight of her head thrown back, panting. The beat of her heart pounding against … Continue reading Curve
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Meaning
Oh how I found the meaning, buried deep in tender flesh; with soft sighs and begging pleas I found meaning in this world, on her way back down to earth.
On Hands and Knees
Raked nails leave behind red trails on a naked back while lips soothe the torn skin left in wake, and the trembling mixture of hitched breathing and screams echoes in the quiet bustle of the late morning. Questing tongues and fingers relay the love unable to be spoken when eyes roll into back of heads … Continue reading On Hands and Knees
Fuck. This. Noise.
Fuck this noise, screw the shit out of no. We forgot what we fought for, we forgot the children who dreamed for more. I can't doesn't live anymore I'm terrified is too busy choking the hell out of not worth it, too dirty, are we Too many fucking storms, I can't keep up the charade. … Continue reading Fuck. This. Noise.
Faith Taryn Davies 