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Secret Garden

If we ever meet, I want to taste the last few sips of brandy off your wet warm tongue.
I want to feel your calloused palms glide up my legs and grip my thighs tightly,
before you start to hike up my dress around my hips.
I want to feel your heavy breaths against my neck as you suck on my bare skin
while pushing your hips towards me.
I want you to lift me up as I wrap my legs against your waist
and kiss me so fiercely, that if anyone saw, they would know you were drowning and I was your life jacket.
I want to hear you breathe out my name as you thrust in to me.
I want to see the desire build up in your body to the point where you can’t control it any longer and you bite and kiss and nibble and melt yourself in to me.
I want to feel you shudder and moan against my skin.
I want to feel you collapse in me.


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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