Hothouse 



I run down like spilled paint

A sadness encompassed with a dark past

A fragile present gripping an ancient spyglass

Bones through skin hunt and pretend to predict

A future floating stagnant in a forgotten wasteland

 

I heard you tell me it would all pass

A shudder through my tired frame then back

A pallid skinned circus haunt on a round track

Voice empty of reason and scratched

A desert hothouse with the promise blotted out

 

Yet still your words ricochet around my dilapidated heart

An ever present reminder, honor unintended from the start

The blue skies now a cotton lining all white

I close my eyes to yesterday, torching it from memory

My view lacks the distance to hope for more than this night

 

You come around in love with the scandal

And run your hands over its coarse edged lead lines

Slow poison in the blood, something I never understood

Can’t call it love or benevolence, oh no not this

Take it all away and leave me with the emptiness

*By two minds: Johnny and SG 



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SG’s Red Ribbon Submission

At our first connection
My body trembled
Magic had drawn her bow
And pierced me
Hard
Now I’m sweating all over your scars
As they touch onto mine
With a body so ferocious
Yet warmly sublime
I’m high and I’m hooked
With my thighs locked around your hips
Dripping love in unison
Kissing lips potency
Unzipping your majesty
Commanding every quiver of me
Until we collapse in euphoria
Waking wet dew drops in the morning
Where you spilled my honey
Bed sheets ruffled
I lick the scent from below your tummy
Just to bask in another taste
I’ll be drunk off you all day
Yes, from you
Your grace
In my mind repeated images
Of my mouth inhaling your liquid
My tongue circling my lips
Tasting our yesterday
The tingle of purge remains
Is it time yet daddy…
Your dolls yearning to play