Silently the time slips as my mind rants and races in anticipation for the next rushing pain that deadens the inside of my shallow skin. And I live in the lies that feed to myself to make my mind go away. But it pulses and pounds in simple complication and radical irony alone in itself in my head. Blood beats through my veins as the orgasm flows from my thighs past my hips and into my head and I hide in the darkened despair behind cloth sheets and an empty bed from the night throwing shadows and shapes onto the wall. My thoughts don't think only stare and stand quietly apart from the pleasure in my mind. As the dark vacates, clouds climb and fog my brain in circles of dust decorating my mind. Pleasure passes through my lips in the heat of the pain and I run from the deadening quickness in my head lost in confusion and consumed by lust in this silly charade of contagious penetration. And slowly my body goes numb in this never-ending circus as I'm thrown against the blackened sky and lost in the strangness of the remembrance that haunts and hides within the white of my cheek and the gray of my eye as the tarnished stars fall onto my flesh.
Reason for writing:
no reason...it just came to me.
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