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Hands caressing skin, tracing patterns, drawing lines as teeth bite down on the tender flesh where shoulder meets neck and show no mercy there, leavin..
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Another one of my death-scene poems. ^^ Title by Flowing Words.
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A morning-after moment.
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This is the most daring thing I've written so far. First of three, though they don't need to be read in order. This goes with The Knife and The Cuffs.
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Written to go with The Whip and Cuffs, seeing as there's kind of a theme here. ^-^
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You hold me back, hold me still, bind my soul and bind my will. This goes with The Knife and The Whip. Kind of a theme here.
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For "Priest", a friend of mine (who is not actually a priest). This is the most explicit thing I've ever written.
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Or: On Being Left
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Written for a friend of mine (who is very much not an actual priest, by the way).
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I wake to the bruises you leave on my soul,
invisible scars that bleed when I breathe,
and I have to remember
how to hold myself together
after yo..
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