Exsanguinate

Slow drip of blood from reaching fingertips.
Tangled state of mind flirting with fate.
Turn around.
— Look at me. —
Does love lie behind those eyes?
The ink spills on the page in the only way
I have learned how to communicate the
intensity of my feelings.
Frozen like the pink roses gracing the path
in the park I ached for your radiant touch.
Reach.
— Take my hand. —
Together let’s walk the pathway of forever.

— Violet

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© @SweetViolettes — Violet Tudor 2016

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Flow

I slip into your veins like
water cutting through rock.
Slowly permeating, washing away
the silt of your inhibitions and
gently turning from a trickle
to a flow. Like a river brushing
against it’s banks.I ride the waves of
your blood until it is me that feeds
your hunger, that quenches your thirst,
that  becomes your sustenance. The
only need for your existence.
Overflowing, you close your eyes
and immerse yourself in the desire.
The tingle quaking through your flesh,
the rise that aches to overflow. You
drown yourself in the waterfall of
ecstasy..
..and I, I become the flow.

— Violet

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Dan Martensen Photography

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Time

Time
slipping like sand through my fingers,
like water pouring from my palms,
unable to be contained as I stand helpless.

Moments
captured like photographs,
an album in my mind of precise minutes,
memories that cascade through my heart.

And I long for you,
to hold your hand, to kiss your lips,
to draw you close to me in a rapture of love
so glorious we share it in our veins.

And I wonder, as I lay awake:

Do you ever feel this way about me too?

— Violet

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