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A torturous bride
A breath, she breathes
Word she can not seek
An ache she craves
A hand grips her hips
A brush of her golden strawberry hair
His soft lips and rough hands against her skin
Broken satisfied nights
Addiction to the completed whole in her half binding
A contradicting wild beauty
Hold her hand tight
The howls scream for her return
Word she can not seek
An ache she craves
A hand grips her hips
A brush of her golden strawberry hair
His soft lips and rough hands against her skin
Broken satisfied nights
Addiction to the completed whole in her half binding
A contradicting wild beauty
Hold her hand tight
The howls scream for her return
Published 13th Apr 2016
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13th Apr 2016 7:16am
a Gothic atmosphere pervades your poem, in the suggestive words.
darkly seductive in the tradition of Poe...
darkly seductive in the tradition of Poe...
13th Apr 2016 5:40pm
13th Apr 2016 5:41pm
