JustAnotherFlower
In The Garden
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My bedroom is haunted by ghosts of lovers past, They rarely make their presence known
On blackest nights do they come, rattling their chains.
Passions exhumed with cold fingers, wraithlike whispering in my ears
An orgasmic phantasm rides across my skin
Bittersweet longing on my tongue

(A few Litsters pointed out the hidden faces on the blanket in this photo, that's what inspired the mediocre poetry. Follow the line of my thigh downward and you'll see the first face- a somber profile. The other face is directly below my hand, fingers hiding it's eyes. Prominent nose with an evil smile. And I was badgering into this.
On blackest nights do they come, rattling their chains.
Passions exhumed with cold fingers, wraithlike whispering in my ears
An orgasmic phantasm rides across my skin
Bittersweet longing on my tongue

(A few Litsters pointed out the hidden faces on the blanket in this photo, that's what inspired the mediocre poetry. Follow the line of my thigh downward and you'll see the first face- a somber profile. The other face is directly below my hand, fingers hiding it's eyes. Prominent nose with an evil smile. And I was badgering into this.
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