Wrists

Siren Whispers

img_3140Wrists

Touched

With tender fingers

Upon sensitive skin

A provocation

An awakening

Of feral need

.

Wrists

Held

Within a manacle

Of your will

Pinned

And possessed

For pleasure

.

Wrists

Kissed

A rapid pulse

Beating

Beneath your lips

My scent

An invading army

Upon your senses

An invocation

Of your need

.

Wrists

Pale and vulnerable

Soft skin

Reddened

By your attentions

The burn left

Showing desire’s path

And my destruction

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Thankful For You

Sarah Doughty

“I’m thankful that I finally
have my piece of heaven.
I’m thankful that I have you.”

You see, it’s the guilt that gets me. The moments I feel like I cheated death. Those are the ones that haunt me.

Sometimes I think I’ve been living on borrowed time. Like maybe, I wasn’t supposed to live beyond those early years. And if I didn’t, I wonder if this is some kind of afterlife. Either way, I’m thankful for what I have. I’m thankful that I finally have my piece of heaven. I’m thankful that I have you.

© Sarah Doughty

I’m thankful that I have you.

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