Great Reads by Suki

  Tell me? Is it my skin? Do you have something for skin? Does it turn you on, that you can't control yourself and you want to be protected by me dressing well, otherwise you will rampage me? Tell me? Do my big breasts and bum provoke you enough that you can't control yourself and not touching me or stare at me inappropriately? Tell me? What goes on in your mind, when you see a little girl and all you want to do is get into the way of their innocence? ! Tell me how it makes you feel to walk behind a girl following her hips and being visibly hungry while you know she is already scared that a monster is behind her? Tell me old man, with your huge piece of shit, suffocating a little girl, what goes on in your mind when she lets out screams and in between you keep thrusting with every sound she makes? Tell me, do you know that those tears and blood are on you? You really can go that far to catch a nut? Bro!? How do you live with yourself from there hence?  Tell me?! Doesn't it ...

  Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, by far the most awaited art exhibition across the world. London had never been this beautiful. London had never felt so much like home. Like somewhere I belonged. There I was in the corridors of Burlington House. Across I’d see all sorts of people; brave-hearted, silver-souled, golden-tongued, just name it. Everyone with the heart and hand of art was there. In all honesty, I had never seen so much art under one roof. There in the ecstasy, dancing from one room to another, my phone beeped. Of course it had to be him. “Belladonna!” I exclaimed. “Where do I meet you? You are in Lowa already? Do you mind a cup of coffee?” He asked without at least inquiring on how I was. It had been three years for whatever sake. “Belladonna, Belladonna, isn’t the night too young for a cup of coffee?” I said sarcastically in my false British accent. “I’ve sent you my location see you in twenty my dear!”   Belladonna said feigning a deeper accent. I ha...

  Bitter blood in my veins, A lonely moonlight, In the middle of December. His ruining love, That comes in a certain hue of gray. All the lonely shadow dances, Behind my dark room. You start a war, That I'm the battlefield too, And the weapon, and more. I crave the wanting and Like how you hurt me so well! And how it gives me a pretty sort of pain, Does it make you feel better? Kissing with your eyes wide open, And saying it feels so good Does it really! Secrets, horrible secrets I see them buried behind your words Wrapped in pain, tears, power Tell me something! What is this obsession thing with you These careless feelings for me The impassionate, brutal, but yet so passionate. Love, sex, honesty, loyalty, One day I feel so solo, And just one touch, subtle touch on my lips, You awaken every sense, emotion, in me, every hair. And the magic of being a symphony, Just awakens, This dark poisson, Black, white, gray, blue emotions, All these tears,  But I still wanna stay, You stil...