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Sep 2020
I came as fresh as pine
My skin deep in scars
Of amber sap.

Never before had the
Flesh been warn
By the stripe

You did strike and begin to
Muster up as lust does
An incubus within

Who took pride in
His body suit
So willful
To touch and sin

He takes up his chord a spell
A shadow of Black Mary
No boundaries
Between trust

And I serene in slumbers art?
Spoken for my dreams
Of spirits drift

A fire

Burns out circumstance to decision.
The back we scratch at 1:56
The  gorgon casts
A distinct stare.
Perv I thought was my friend feeling me up.
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
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