She spreads her legs and the shattered world disappears into her precious flower, opening and expanding, flowing out like the sweet milk of celestial bodies. Spinning light and darkness into eternity.
Remember that sunlight emerges, cut with boundaries, slicing, selecting sides. Piece by piece, dissected.
You contemplate duality. You run your fingers along her neck. She offers it to you.
You recall a time you felt most ashamed. You kneel your naked knees to the edge and expose yourself, raw, before the wolves. They smell your slow blood, you need the hot pierce of teeth.
Show me the places where you make yourself break.
Remember we design our own pain.
May I lick you back together. Or would you bleed yet remain the same.
May I part your ribs and tear you all apart for the cruelty of it. Remember that darkness knows no boundaries at all, only horizon after horizon of endless invisible cloud.
When you reach for me, I respond in kind. Your touch graces me, strokes the paradise beneath my skin. Little lights are coming on all over the globe, an electric buzzing dawn. Bodies falling like dominoes into the abyss.
I close my eyes against your palm, request your instruction. Appear in places where, to the outside world, we no longer exist.
I press my lips to the frost upon the window pane as the snow comes down soft, pristine. Taste the heat at the center of the cold. Contemplate ecstasy, stimulate hurt. I suck your fear and tongue your fantasy.
Allison Marie Conway 
Damn, Girl…🔥🌹💀 You slay me with such powerful imagery and prose!!
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Oh Lisa, you are such a treasure. Knowing this touches something deep within you means the whole world to me. Thank you ever so. 🙏🏻♥️🌹🕊
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Indeed it does touch something deep within! ❤️❤️🌹🌹You’re a treasure as well, you don’t just write; you take words and create such beauty and deep meaning with them. Thank you, angel ⚡️🤍⚡️
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I feel like the words themselves deserve all the praise because they create me, they save me. Sometimes I get afraid to share them but then I remember the words need me to be brave. I’m so grateful to you for making us feel safe. 🕊🌹🤍🌹🕊
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I can definitely relate to that; words creating and saving us…There’s been so many instances in my life where writing was my only way out, my saving grace…and I would feel so afraid to open up at first, but then I would🤍Thank you for sharing the inner workings of your beautiful heart and mind, Dear Allison ❤️🌹❤️
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It is truly a pleasure and great honor to share with you, who understands all too well. 🕊♥️🕊
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Likewise, my love.🦢🤍🌹
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👌👌👌✒🌹😘🌹 ..Fantasy without borders, reality as well
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That sounds beautiful to me… 🕊🌹🤍🌹🕊
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💖💖💖I’m not waiting for another life … I live this present countless times
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True wisdom, my friend. 🤍🌹🕊
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