Slayer. by Candlewood

Aug 2019

Slayer.

My face goes a deep red,
melting in like the slap of skin,
leaving tension and darkened marks.

Wow, more.

His hands are perfect,
tighter.

like a noose, but you
give me life.

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Candlewood M/My Library.

(M/My Library.)

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