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Mar 2018
breath hitched in the back of my throat,
sharp nails digging into the pale flesh of my palm
flushed cheeks and down-turned eyes
chewing on plump lips with pointed canines
afraid to look up but
his finger pushes my chin up
delicately,
he leans in.

i fall into his trap.
he used his lips to hypnotize my heart into submission.
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