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Midnight Blooms #junefalls

He buried the midnight moonstone And grew blooms Unsavoury for days Fragrant for the darkest of nights But oh how they grew Under the hand Of the moon ©Entirety 2017

The Bloom #poetry

Love grew in the shape Of dark velvet blooms That bled when it rained Sparkled in the dew And pricked the hands That attempted to steal her glow She grew selfish for the sun Raging when it didn’t show And withered chasing the heat That couldn’t staunch the...

Her Skirt #poetry

She always saved the dress for him But it was really about the dance The way she knew his eyes travelled The hem of her skirt As she twirled And that everything beneath Lay within his grasp ©Entirety...

Whipped #poetry 

I am curious at the attention Certain words get Though it should not surprise  That whips And pain Should attract the occasional gaze But truly What is it that attracts When all other beauty Lays at the feet of welts And the work of a cane on my nakedness Make no...

The Line She Walks #junefalls

‪She need not define‬‪ The line she walks‬ ‪Of hedonistic souls‬ ‪And the innocence of none‬ ‪Where ripe outpourings‬ ‪Flow unfettered‬ ‪And fantasy mixes‬ ‪With dirty bed sheets‬ ‪She need not define herself‬ ‪When lust or love calls‬ ‪She simply is‬ ‪What she is‬...