she melted in darkness (*Contains Adult Content)

sharp edge of night rolled out like dice

in a dirty alley

where garbage played with green balloons
taken from picked

wallets and stolen snaps of kids playing
on rusted seesaws,

sounds of their laughter echoed into dead
end walls filled

with cracked mortar and bullet holes, a
siren with red

lights screams at the top of its lungs
for justice; she, standing in a négligé,

pushes her apartment window down,
draws hand sewn

curtains, thunder applauds, lightning
candles the room,

he in silk pajama bottoms, bulging,
she strokes him

once, wrapping her painted nails
around his cock,

he puts his hand on her vagina,
finger fucks her,

pushes her body tight, nipples dance
on his chest,

she is wet like the smell of sweet
summer downpour,

he dips his hand in to taste, touches
her lips with it,

kisses the inside of her mouth with
his tongue,

on a bed as she grips brass bars, he
licks her pussy

like honey on a porcelain jar, she cums,
puts his penis

in deep, sucks on her breasts, legs
wrapped, embraced

on his ass, fucking her up and down,
hands draw blood

on his back, deeper and deeper,
banging the fuck

out of her, arches silken back as
he explodes,

stays in, rubbing her sides with the
head of his cock,

pulls his hair hard, bites his lip
hard, “keep

fucking me… ”

Copyright © 08/28/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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~Passage~

Matters of concern as is up or down 
short or long the lifespan ascending
knocking on Heaven’s Gate or choices
descending living burning sins of Hell

Murk rising yet progressing toward a 
higher level above and blooming 
to achieve enlightenment processing
purification azure in spirit alignment

Becoming of a staircase for an arising 
sun beams offering relative portals of 
connectivity reaching for lotus petals
from among lily pads for future growth;

Winding banisters project images in a
painted mural of Shangri-la as brushed
on colors run in unison into glass covered
mirages filled with imaginary water 

Rivets in twisted metal pull up sets of
curved wood in an ascension to light as
conversely in a reflection descending
to shadows of an intent by dark

A ceiling acts as hands in holding steel
cable in an avoidance to letting go 
where miscalculated architectural figures
would lie with tortured faces grimaced.

Copyright 08/03/2013 
Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan

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