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Exposed His lips touched, Slowly, in torturing delays, they mapped their way to my heart. Each beat, increasing with each press upon my skin, he was the hunter, and I his prey, He smelled like cigarette smoke, and watered down cologne, but I melted beneath him like he was fire, and I a block of ice. I foolishly thought that he had me memorized, tucked safely in the back of his mind, each place his fingertips met, sent shivers all over me, like I was stuck in a chest freezer, but when he left me wrapped up in the sheets, he snuck out like a thief in the night, on to pursue his next prey. I was captured, as quickly as I was hunted. The hunter never loves his prey.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
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Exposed His lips touched, Slowly, in torturing delays, they mapped their way to my heart. Each beat, increasing with each press upon my skin, he was the hunter, and I his prey, He smelled like cigarette smoke, and watered down cologne, but I melted beneath him like he was fire, and I a block of ice. I foolishly thought that he had me memorized, tucked safely in the back of his mind, each place his fingertips met, sent shivers all over me, like I was stuck in a chest freezer, but when he left me wrapped up in the sheets, he snuck out like a thief in the night, on to pursue his next prey. I was captured, as quickly as I was hunted. The hunter never loves his prey.
alena-voltaire
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
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