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Sep 2014
he growls
low & deep
in my ear
sweaty face tangled in my sweaty hair
"this is intimate"
a rumble with a giant hand squeezing my throat
"this you can not do with just anyone...'
& since i can barely breathe
i just look at him
a look that can only mean
yesbabypleasemore
i am
yours
to
hurt.
come back every night if you want.
heather jackson
Written by
heather jackson  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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