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Feb 2013
Caresses like needles running down my spine,
Tattoo me with kisses and leave me,
Forever with your mark.

A desire burning - smoke streams from my lungs
As secret cigarettes smoulder on my skin
Your touch like iron-red pokers,
Melts and moulds me in your image.

Daggers flit in my stomach,
Butterflies disturbed by your gaze
Razor blades their wings.
A touch so tender
Cut me again.
Ria M
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Ria M  London
(London)   
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