Crying out for help
But no one is there.
Watching me break
Shattered into pieces
Arms down
Palms open
Spiraling through the blast
The viscid sensuality as bumps
Crawl against my skin
Black satin intertwined
Within my pale sheath
Arched back, bare lips
Waiting for the crowning storm.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
Crying out for help
But no one is there.
Watching me break
Shattered into pieces
Arms down
Palms open
Spiraling through the blast
The viscid sensuality as bumps
Crawl against my skin
Black satin intertwined
Within my pale sheath
Arched back, bare lips
Waiting for the crowning storm.
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