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There’s a devil on my shoulder whispering stuff into my ears, which my traitorous senses eagerly acknowledge. The notes he strikes are clear, drawing images on my skin that reaches out in response as my instincts hone in on the object he has chosen as my prize.
In the abject world that pronounces it wrong to fly with
your impulses, immerse yourself, deep and long into the heat that blazes
inside, lick the flames of your wild and unbridled hunger high into the night
and only turn back once you have slaked the thirst that can consume you, if
you disregard its whisper for too long.
A delightful and delicious read. Greetings to you.
ReplyDeleteIf only I possessed such a wild spirit.
ReplyDeleteHmm, you know what they say about playing with fire?
ReplyDeleteGripping one!!! as if possessed........................
ReplyDeleteFantastic! I saw myself peeping out from between your words. Rock on.....
DeleteAnd don't forget to get a new brilliantly colored tattoo depicting your rebellion in the name of freedom. No thirst can consume me--just make me more pissy! Love you shadow!
ReplyDeleteHere's to wild spirits and impulses! Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI'm all for this. Take the side of the devil....live to the hilt. Right or wrong...it's a choice we make every day. Lovin' this. Of course, I don't think I've EVER had any ill feelings towards your mind/thoughts. They all, in words, make for a wonderful picture to abide.
ReplyDeleteSee it as 'an angel on your shoulder' ~ telling you to be you! Live you are alive ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Week to you,
artmusedog and carol
That wasn't a devil ~ it was me . . . . . lol
ReplyDeleteIf only.
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