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Author Topic: ...Don't Fight It  (Read 264 times)

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...because modesty.

« on: February 08, 2016, 08:10:40 PM »

Raw callous hand at my throat
Tears and blood,
100 flavors of rage and desperation
All taste of copper and salt.
That repugnant stench;
stained sheets, seeps into my nose.
Cold leather digs into my skin,
My hips, not my desire greet him;
Fight! Scream? Cry.
No matter.
Our eyes meet, he's inside of; inside me
Soul sapping silence, his breath heavy,
laden on me as he lays in me.
His soul to bare: cold, savage, primal.
What not defined, is vacant.
The air is taken from me, this moment.
Ours forever.
Hopelessness settles in.

Dedicated to the one,
Who changed me forever.
« Last Edit: February 11, 2016, 11:03:50 PM by HQ Makio » Logged

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~I am the Thief of the Hiway~

« Reply #1 on: February 23, 2016, 03:37:37 PM »

Very powerful, thank you for sharing, HQ Makio


If you are about to enter a conversation that can only end in a sabre stroke or a pistol shot; you should choose your words carefully.  For they may be your last.
Yes I am a pirate,
Three hundred years too late
The cannons dont thunder,
There's nothing to plunder
Im just a forty-something victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late    - - - J. B.

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