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Written by Sawyer_Ross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

grudge fuck

need to prove a point

flip me over silently

taking what you want

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Written by Sawyer_Ross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
grudge fuck
need to prove a point
flip me over silently
taking what you want
#love  #relationship  #hate  #betrayal  #consent 
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Written by Shells in portal Poetry & Free Verse

More than...

She was drastic

Like the sun on a Sunday morning hangover

A loud kind of Elegance

The kind she knows 

You can't ignore

Ebony eyes 

Scorched by the Moon

The subtle insecurities 

The kind you have to look to see

She has Elm Street eyes

Made of fallen stars

The ones she wished on 

As a child

***  

 Opposites attract 

When the pull of the universe 

Turns to you. 

 She was slow and steady. The constant grief and stability in my life. The dark skinned angel that once pulled me through.

Darkness, it was the beauty that surrounded her as she danced. 

A different smile on a different face. 

No tears

I take a drink and I walk away

In a fit of immature rage

"Up there she isn't yours," he says, "you've gotta learn to share."

*** I'm sleeping in her arms and she's stroking my hair. The soft comfort of her touch had killed me to dreams. 

 It's always her in my dreams. A blank face goddess, the Lillith of my own creation. It's all the same the off-white Walls, the ancient doors and my head resting on your chest. The heartbeat is an echo. A strange thump thump dancing off of nothing and everything all at once. 

 The curves of your breast hold my hopes and dreams. Here I'm no longer scared. I'm not running here. I'm safe and your eyes are looking down at me. It's serenity here. 

***It was times table temptation and burnt out deadened souls. 

I'm looking for a fix and you're taking me for a ride

But the "I love yous" keep coming and the bail outs are worth a fuck. 

 

*** She's dancing in the shadows of my dirty Ford truck. I watch her silhouette as she hides along to  the worn out rhythms of Sam Cook. It's a sensual view and I'm leaning in as she moves closer to me. I light a smoke and take a drink. It's Devil's Cut and it stings my mudcaked soul. But I swallow another swig and I let you take my hand. She's  moving closer and pulling me up and into her arms. Her bodies warm against me and her goosebumped skin beneath my touch. Chilled from the crisp cool breeze of spring nights in no where, KY. 

 She runs​ her fingers through my hair and her lips are like fireflies in the night. Just out of reach. I watch her eyes, the sweet soft innocence floats in there, somewhere... and I'm searching through the scars as she lifts the lace edges of my summer dress. She's pressing into me now and her tongue is nipping slowly at the lobe of my ear

 "Not a chance in hell out here baby." It's just fading words and the slam of f passenger side door.

"Should have brought the Beemer." She laughs and I'm looking out at the rustic terrain and laughing to myself.

"I'm starting to see you're not all Prada and patent leather heels," she says. 

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Written by Shells in portal Poetry & Free Verse
More than...
She was drastic
Like the sun on a Sunday morning hangover
A loud kind of Elegance
The kind she knows 
You can't ignore

Ebony eyes 
Scorched by the Moon
The subtle insecurities 
The kind you have to look to see

She has Elm Street eyes
Made of fallen stars
The ones she wished on 
As a child

***  
 Opposites attract 
When the pull of the universe 
Turns to you. 

 She was slow and steady. The constant grief and stability in my life. The dark skinned angel that once pulled me through.

Darkness, it was the beauty that surrounded her as she danced. 
A different smile on a different face. 

No tears
I take a drink and I walk away
In a fit of immature rage

"Up there she isn't yours," he says, "you've gotta learn to share."

*** I'm sleeping in her arms and she's stroking my hair. The soft comfort of her touch had killed me to dreams. 
 It's always her in my dreams. A blank face goddess, the Lillith of my own creation. It's all the same the off-white Walls, the ancient doors and my head resting on your chest. The heartbeat is an echo. A strange thump thump dancing off of nothing and everything all at once. 
 The curves of your breast hold my hopes and dreams. Here I'm no longer scared. I'm not running here. I'm safe and your eyes are looking down at me. It's serenity here. 

***It was times table temptation and burnt out deadened souls. 
I'm looking for a fix and you're taking me for a ride
But the "I love yous" keep coming and the bail outs are worth a fuck. 
 
*** She's dancing in the shadows of my dirty Ford truck. I watch her silhouette as she hides along to  the worn out rhythms of Sam Cook. It's a sensual view and I'm leaning in as she moves closer to me. I light a smoke and take a drink. It's Devil's Cut and it stings my mudcaked soul. But I swallow another swig and I let you take my hand. She's  moving closer and pulling me up and into her arms. Her bodies warm against me and her goosebumped skin beneath my touch. Chilled from the crisp cool breeze of spring nights in no where, KY. 
 She runs​ her fingers through my hair and her lips are like fireflies in the night. Just out of reach. I watch her eyes, the sweet soft innocence floats in there, somewhere... and I'm searching through the scars as she lifts the lace edges of my summer dress. She's pressing into me now and her tongue is nipping slowly at the lobe of my ear
 "Not a chance in hell out here baby." It's just fading words and the slam of f passenger side door.
"Should have brought the Beemer." She laughs and I'm looking out at the rustic terrain and laughing to myself.
"I'm starting to see you're not all Prada and patent leather heels," she says. 
#nonfiction  #romance  #hate 
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