hung up my bets in the bedsheets lustfully crawling knee by knee, hand by hand straight to your favor. the chillness in the air encourages sweat and the touch of your hand causes goosebumps covering my entire body, i flex in the caress of your fingertips. and happily i look at you, eager to please.Continue reading “hung up”
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…the description of a likeness i can’t quite find the words to explain. you’re the pit fire of magic i don’t even know how to make you believe it. you’re an addiction i can’t, i won’t let go of with this influence we hold against one another. you’re the inflicter of what makes me holdContinue reading “you are…”
Push Me
give me what you’ve got. suck me dry, test the beast in me. you know deep down i need the pain. i feed off of this. i feed off of you. i feed off of us. because i know the difference that holds you and me we’ll never be happy without it.
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time never fails to remind in the quiet hours, in the still nights you realize all that swirls around you. you’re the gravitational pull you want to be. so remember that. reflect on all that you’ve overcome. envision everything you are determined to make happen. don’t let go. of good thoughts, good surroundings, good people.Continue reading “Untitled”
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you and me. we are untouchable identities. hidden from me is what i’d like it to be. i should know better. driven motions i make. want always rules over logic but i don’t care. you’re like a bad habit i could get used to. a secret hidden only for me. you’re a future imagined.
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daily shapes weave in and out to like, to dislike to want, to play, to push away. to hold. and a little spitfire girl burns with force right in my belly. Ready to make me different.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 