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Blood
The warmness and softness.
It spreads over my skin like satin sheets.
Lovingly, caressingly, it massages me.
A sweet pumping sickness and pleasure.
A pressure that builds blindingly.
Until it explodes and leaves me with nothing.
Nothing to my aloneness.
And my silence in the dark.
It spreads over my skin like satin sheets.
Lovingly, caressingly, it massages me.
A sweet pumping sickness and pleasure.
A pressure that builds blindingly.
Until it explodes and leaves me with nothing.
Nothing to my aloneness.
And my silence in the dark.
Published 5th Jun 2014
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