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A short moment of insanity

All I want is your lips pressed to the side of my neck
The tip of your tongue writing songs against my skin
While your hot heavy breaths raises the hair on my arms
and sends a shiver, tingling of sorts through the depths of my spine
All I want is your warm rough calloused palms
exploring the back of my body
gripping bits of it that you can latch on to
pulling me closer and closer
your fingertips sending small shock waves
through my veins 
that moistens south of me.
You grin against my skin at this new-found knowledge
Whatever happened after that
was nothing but a blur
that swept my mind away in wild trance.



Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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