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Sep 2013
At that moment he'd tear open and live inside of her skin, burrow into her bones, swim
In her veins along with the blood that powered her heart
"more" she moaned
Just when he thought she was incapable of speech
But no.
That one word had him pounding viciously
Into her silky, slick flesh
Teeth. Nails. Strength.
Secret sighs that only the darkness knows
Shared between them like prayers and promises
Only if for a night
deep inside where it mattered most
Her muscles clenched around him
Signaling the chaotic order of an explosive ******
So close to the edge of pleasure and pain
That the line between their physical bodies blurred
Her arched back, throaty cries were all it took
For him to let go
In the after glow while breathing and hearts slowed
He was no longer his previous self
He was a devastated man
Wanderer
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
477
   Brandon
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