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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

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A year without Zoe.

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Time is meant to heal all wounds.

Except those that made from those who are taken from us

Time does not lessen the pain you feel

Time does not stitch back the pieces of your broken heart

Time does not make you forget

Time does nothing.

Except, one day make you realise

Just how long you’ve managed to live

And get by without them.

And yes, you eventually learn to

get through each day without seeing their face

Or giving them a hug

Or just knowing they’re there,

But time does not fill the void in your chest.

Time does not make anything better.

Time does Nothing.

This past year without Zoe

Has been unfathomable.

On most days,

We remembered all the little things about her

How she made us smile

How she filled our lives

With so many warm happy memories and love

Darling Zoe,

Know that wherever you are, we will always hold a place for you in our hearts

Know that you will always be our golden girl.

And Know that we will always love you.

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Turn the lights down low And kiss me in the dark

We kissed.

For the second time.

I wanted to do it for third,

And the fourth

And the fifth.

He kissed me for the sixth time,

And the seventh.

We paused at the eighth,

or maybe it was the ninth.

I had lost count by then

We were too invested in the night

By the tenth kiss

His hands,

and mine;

frantically searched for a place

to call home.

Eleventh Twelfth and Thirteenth kiss merged in to one

My hands had fallen on to his heaving chest

just enough to feel his heart thud and hammer against his rib cage

His hands sought refuge on my thighs

that had started to feel like a fire-place;

warm and comforting.

We stopped before the twentieth kiss

Aware of our pounding hearts and the scars on his neck

Aware of the beginnings of a sun rise through the curtains

Aware of reality outside the door.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

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Dawn Kisses

We kissed.

Vodka and gin soaked tongues

Strong hands grasping on to hips

Hearts pounding against the rib cage

not mine though.

Mine had stopped

I didn’t feel it beating at all

Maybe it had drowned

from the drinks that night

But it definitely wasn’t racing

I don’t remember the kiss much

except that your lips were soft

and you weren’t aggressive or

trying to get to places

I wouldn’t have let you.

Kiss me again

without the alcohol stained breaths

Kiss me

so I’ll know for sure

That maybe you’re worth another kiss

or that this isn’t worth it.

and will never happen again

Kiss me again.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow