Submissions by nagasaki (pittyfulmind)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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remember my name...
leather and lace
leather and lace
cold steel pressed upon skin
sweat drips from wood so raw
as she bites on leather unpolished
pain and pleasure, more?
mascara and tears flow freely
tainting her perfect skin
like a porcelain vase so perfect
emotions filled to the brim
she gargles and moans
when i turn the knots tight
she pulls away quickly
her very last fight
no space for a last breath
her mouth stuffed full
of unpolished leather
and gargled drool
the knots loosen slowly
the leather unbound...
cold steel pressed upon skin
sweat drips from wood so raw
as she bites on leather unpolished
pain and pleasure, more?
mascara and tears flow freely
tainting her perfect skin
like a porcelain vase so perfect
emotions filled to the brim
she gargles and moans
when i turn the knots tight
she pulls away quickly
her very last fight
no space for a last breath
her mouth stuffed full
of unpolished leather
and gargled drool
the knots loosen slowly
the leather unbound...
#BDSM
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morbid erotica
dark thoughts provoke my soul
demonic voices whisper in my ears
about all the things i need to do to you
cause you so much pain and tears
tempt you with kindness
provide you with love
but love leads to blindness
and blessings from above
with this pain and heartache
there comes but just one thing
the enjoyment of brutal intercourse
sweet taste of a one night fling
it's a give and take relationship
where pleasure meets pain
and after you have cried your heart out
you would want it again and again
the marks...
demonic voices whisper in my ears
about all the things i need to do to you
cause you so much pain and tears
tempt you with kindness
provide you with love
but love leads to blindness
and blessings from above
with this pain and heartache
there comes but just one thing
the enjoyment of brutal intercourse
sweet taste of a one night fling
it's a give and take relationship
where pleasure meets pain
and after you have cried your heart out
you would want it again and again
the marks...
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testalessa
a straight faced liar i am
yes,no concious within this man
i do what my heart desires
belong to the club of liars
secrets under lock and key
within my stone walled heart
but compassion and i guess a
touch of love stops me from
tearing us appart
my hidden things cling tightly
to my black and lonely soul
i crave the feelling of freedom
so i guess soon enough you will know
yes,no concious within this man
i do what my heart desires
belong to the club of liars
secrets under lock and key
within my stone walled heart
but compassion and i guess a
touch of love stops me from
tearing us appart
my hidden things cling tightly
to my black and lonely soul
i crave the feelling of freedom
so i guess soon enough you will know
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Hieroglyphics on my skin
pictures etched on skin patches of choice
they are my stories, my soul, my voice
an addiction to ink from early years
master of art colours away my tears
my fears
my suicidal years
blood wiped away to leave the ink
burning skin such sweet stink
my addiction is fed with this smell
familiarize yourself
you will smell it in hell
reaching a point where i know
that i will have all these pictures to show
but the pain will remain
and so the circle starts all over again
they are my stories, my soul, my voice
an addiction to ink from early years
master of art colours away my tears
my fears
my suicidal years
blood wiped away to leave the ink
burning skin such sweet stink
my addiction is fed with this smell
familiarize yourself
you will smell it in hell
reaching a point where i know
that i will have all these pictures to show
but the pain will remain
and so the circle starts all over again
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rebirth
if
i
cry
and
you
ask
why
does
that
mean
we
see
eye
to
eye
cause
if
that's
the
case
look
at
my
face
and
you
will
see
that
my
whole
life
is
a
fucking
race
i
cry
and
you
ask
why
does
that
mean
we
see
eye
to
eye
cause
if
that's
the
case
look
at
my
face
and
you
will
see
that
my
whole
life
is
a
fucking
race
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my deepest secret
to become one with your destiny
flirting with death
never knowing when
you will take your last breath
single minded thoughts
tumble down my soul
into the blackness
my personal abbyss
my heartbeat thumps in agony
as my blood turns solid gold
im my own jesus
i crafted my own mould
and in the end of days to come
i will open up my hands
and pray to myself for mercy
open up the gates of heaven
......................bring out the marching bands
flirting with death
never knowing when
you will take your last breath
single minded thoughts
tumble down my soul
into the blackness
my personal abbyss
my heartbeat thumps in agony
as my blood turns solid gold
im my own jesus
i crafted my own mould
and in the end of days to come
i will open up my hands
and pray to myself for mercy
open up the gates of heaven
......................bring out the marching bands
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distant memories
i bared my soul and you fed on me
your lips were wet with dripping emmotion
promised that alone i will never be
being together forever was the notion
promises were made while you had your way
enjoyed me over and over
told me for someone like me you had always prayed
your best lover
i opened up and revealed my secrets
i let you have your fun
my feelings for you were so intricate
but the end had begun
like a rag doll you kicked me in my heart
you wished it all away
pushed to keep us appart
you regretted every single day...
your lips were wet with dripping emmotion
promised that alone i will never be
being together forever was the notion
promises were made while you had your way
enjoyed me over and over
told me for someone like me you had always prayed
your best lover
i opened up and revealed my secrets
i let you have your fun
my feelings for you were so intricate
but the end had begun
like a rag doll you kicked me in my heart
you wished it all away
pushed to keep us appart
you regretted every single day...
663 reads
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dry cleaning
have you ever thought
about the dry cleaning man
that collects all your clothes
in his dry cleaning van
what stories he could tell
from papers you forgot
in your trouser pockets
and your favorite pairs of socks
and dont forget the ladies
hiding dirty underwear
in their coat pockets
forgotten without a care
he finds these papers
scribbled full of sexy words
he finds these naughty underwear
and lipstick stained shirts
from extra marrital affairs
to lunch break romps
secretary blow jobs ...
about the dry cleaning man
that collects all your clothes
in his dry cleaning van
what stories he could tell
from papers you forgot
in your trouser pockets
and your favorite pairs of socks
and dont forget the ladies
hiding dirty underwear
in their coat pockets
forgotten without a care
he finds these papers
scribbled full of sexy words
he finds these naughty underwear
and lipstick stained shirts
from extra marrital affairs
to lunch break romps
secretary blow jobs ...
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faded memories
tumbling thoughts
broken heart
lying on the floor
naked
wishing
you were here
my dear
broken heart
lying on the floor
naked
wishing
you were here
my dear
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being happy
random quatrains of love expressed
binded by thought and longing
my hands the words that reach your heard
for the feeling of belonging
one person magnifies what i feel
but he requires much thought
perpetuates the longing in me
my addiction to him is sought
so grandure takes over
as heartstrings are played
he which is me
binded by thought and longing
my hands the words that reach your heard
for the feeling of belonging
one person magnifies what i feel
but he requires much thought
perpetuates the longing in me
my addiction to him is sought
so grandure takes over
as heartstrings are played
he which is me
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suicidal aftertaste
i bite my tongue and close my eyes
tears stream down my face
my hands so wet with dripping blood
suicidal aftertaste
you wonder what im on about
has he lost his mind
so let me just enlighten you
let me hit rewind
was born into a fucked up world
with parents fucked as hell
please excuse my fucked up words
fucked up tale i tell
on my knees could barely walk
so young i could not fight
but lo behold what do we find
was sodomised at night
not knowing the difference between right and wrong
advantage was taken...
tears stream down my face
my hands so wet with dripping blood
suicidal aftertaste
you wonder what im on about
has he lost his mind
so let me just enlighten you
let me hit rewind
was born into a fucked up world
with parents fucked as hell
please excuse my fucked up words
fucked up tale i tell
on my knees could barely walk
so young i could not fight
but lo behold what do we find
was sodomised at night
not knowing the difference between right and wrong
advantage was taken...
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smight with might
i twist and i curl
as i hurl
my fists and my wrists
contort
as i extort
my emmotions
my sacrifice
is life
i am ripe with
built up anger
stranger
to myself
so i bend my back
and twist my spine
and my blood flows
like a good red wine
as i hurl
my fists and my wrists
contort
as i extort
my emmotions
my sacrifice
is life
i am ripe with
built up anger
stranger
to myself
so i bend my back
and twist my spine
and my blood flows
like a good red wine
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