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Aug 2015
You were always trying to get closer
Approaching me in manners mysterious to me
Roaring words of love in my ear

With thrusts of your hips,
Slowly you found a way into me,
Pinned me down, ready to eat your prey

And I screamed, but I was not looking for help
I was not trying to get saved
This is where I wanted to be.
Don't set me free.
Fernanda Rangel
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Fernanda Rangel  21/F/Arizona
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