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Between the Sheets
We always end up,
fucked up, corrupt
in that creaking stairwell
we left a trail of our love, for the neighbours
the perfume and whiskey
soaked into the woodwork
the whole fucking city, can smell it
this epidemic of sin
polluting our vision
the parade begins, as I’m pulled
from my skull and into your bed
the words your lips form
don’t match what is said, with our bodies,
our rapscallion eyes
in this matchbox apartment
grows the sweetest of lies
-Emily Nash 2012
Wet Thighed With Surrender
The bluest girl
with scarlet lips
trace her breast, her waist, her hips
The greenest boy
with bedroom eyes
feel his cock, his chest, his thighs
The blackest thoughts
on their minds
unzip, unclip, undress, unwind
Emily Nash. October 29, 2012.
Fragile girl with broken knees
Stick it in
fill the cup
light my fire
fill me up
Hit me hard
treat me bad
forget my name
make me glad
Turn me over
grip my flesh
pounding hearts
souls a mesh
Breathe me in
spit me out
Isn’t this,
what love’s about?
Reduced, Reused
Recycled, Waste
but oh how sweet
a man can taste
- Emily Nash, June 11 2012
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