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Night
Hit with it,
At night
The longing.
To be filled
Motion swayed.
Engulfing you,
With scents,
Senses sitting atop
Precipices.
Teetering there,
Mind fuck
Fucking with
Me.
Distance....time...
Mind fuck.
At night
The longing.
To be filled
Motion swayed.
Engulfing you,
With scents,
Senses sitting atop
Precipices.
Teetering there,
Mind fuck
Fucking with
Me.
Distance....time...
Mind fuck.
Published 4th Oct 2015
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4th Oct 2015 4:11am
I feel it and I thank you. You are so awesome. The nights are so damn long sometimes...
Anonymous
4th Oct 2015 6:16am
Ah, Miss LooLoo, do not fret that "mind fuck", embrace it for it is one night you will never get back, not in this lifetime. . .xo, Devlin;)
4th Oct 2015 6:31am
4th Oct 2015 6:29am
Oh to be engulfed by scents!! This is frustration in all its beauty. Brava Loo!
4th Oct 2015 6:33am
4th Oct 2015 6:38am
4th Oct 2015 6:40am
that want, that need: it enters, in the silence & the darkness.
can't hold back the night...
can't hold back the night...
4th Oct 2015 7:30am
4th Oct 2015 2:59pm
The longing and needs so
much worse at night. The starring at the ceiling. The what ifs and maybes running throw your head.
Memories sometime worse than nightmares the way they can haunt.
Sorry, kinda rambling ; easy to see
I've had my share. Sweetheart best
wishes; love and hugs to you.
Keith
much worse at night. The starring at the ceiling. The what ifs and maybes running throw your head.
Memories sometime worse than nightmares the way they can haunt.
Sorry, kinda rambling ; easy to see
I've had my share. Sweetheart best
wishes; love and hugs to you.
Keith
4th Oct 2015 5:50pm
Sometimes the longing is the best part. At least you own it ....
I know this well ......
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I know this well ......
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9th Mar 2018 1:45am
'Distance....time...
Mind fuck.'
tis one's own game. how those two levers can drive one mad...a space of rich and fertile soil. blossom in word and deed...as our eyes are upon you. more more. :)
Mind fuck.'
tis one's own game. how those two levers can drive one mad...a space of rich and fertile soil. blossom in word and deed...as our eyes are upon you. more more. :)
