Sharlene Alba

Joined October 2017

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Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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Secret Meeting
She tried not to notice how his eyes were undressing her. And she tried not to like it. She didn't know him, but the ache between her legs told her she wanted to. His youthful face and dapper-like posture made him stand out in the crowded hotel lobby. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching her. His scent causing her cheeks to turn red. He smelled like sin. A sin she'd be more than happy to commit.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Songbird
He sings at night, a voice filled with deep rooted secrets, and a soul full of passion, lyrics intertwined with truth and fiction,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
3 A.M.
I know you're here. The guilt and liquor is melting off of you, as our tongues begin to heal present wounds. You never feel different.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Nothing Says Romance
A few drops of innocence here and there, doesn't compensate for the empty feeling, that deprives you of air. Because nothing says romance
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
His Suit
Wear me, the silky fabric of your favorite onyx colored tie reminds you of the simmering pools of lust watching your every move,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Stages of Jaded
Meeting, the subtle breeze of a calm storm brewing, avoiding the outcome of two broken souls attempting to be in love. Repetition,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Snowfall
We're at a standstill, you and I, in the middle of a cold and bitter place, where you lie and I pretend it has no meaning.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Relapse for Beginners
I call you when I need to feel bad. The sharp point of the needle on my thick skin, reminds me of how your existence used to bleed me dry.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Trophies
You're the rusty gold necklace lying dead against my chest, weighing down all my efforts to raise my head above this tidal wave.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Body Language
I want to be as dark and terrifying as your pupils get when I whisper something you've never heard before. I want to be your contracting ribcage when your body prepares itself for the incoming war of lust and boundaries.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Second Skin
You never cared about the enemy you'd force me to be. It is evident in your empty voice now, how distant and nonchalant your soul has become.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Accomplices
I was the first cut you ever made. Your eyelashes fluttered beneath my lips, and once I started to whisper your name, your nails dug a grave within my skin,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets

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Secret Meeting

The Songbird

3 A.M.

Nothing Says Romance

His Suit

Stages of Jaded

Snowfall

Relapse for Beginners

Trophies

Body Language

Second Skin

Accomplices

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