I wield my words viciously
Like a knife
I slash at her
As I **** her
Hold her down and penetrate her
Blood showers from my blade
As I overwhelm her
But slowly my ravishes
****** after ******
Turn into love
And I wonder
What have I done?
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I wield my words viciously
Like a knife
I slash at her
As I **** her
Hold her down and penetrate her
Blood showers from my blade
As I overwhelm her
But slowly my ravishes
****** after ******
Turn into love
And I wonder
What have I done?
Written after a rather vicious fight with my love. I could see the pain that my words were inflicting as I spoke them. Afterwards , I wished I never had.
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