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A wounded soldier in a battle with his demons The demons that possess hers with merciless strength She feels them in his touch When chills trail her spine In his breath sharp against her marked skin A heart pounding fantasy is manifested with one graze of the lips against the nape of her neck The night falling over their bare bodies- the only sign of passing time within a torturous passage of sensation Her eyes become riveted On the motion of his fingers As they slowly mark her delicate skin In each kiss of his ***** lips her demons find strength And she soars higher than she ever imagined she could go He claims her entirely Her body, her soul His strength is her weakness And her mind takes the toll And as broken as he was all she saw was a flawless being With mental shrapnel polluting him And keeping him from healing
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
Wounds
A wounded soldier in a battle with his demons The demons that possess hers with merciless strength She feels them in his touch When chills trail her spine In his breath sharp against her marked skin A heart pounding fantasy is manifested with one graze of the lips against the nape of her neck The night falling over their bare bodies- the only sign of passing time within a torturous passage of sensation Her eyes become riveted On the motion of his fingers As they slowly mark her delicate skin In each kiss of his ***** lips her demons find strength And she soars higher than she ever imagined she could go He claims her entirely Her body, her soul His strength is her weakness And her mind takes the toll And as broken as he was all she saw was a flawless being With mental shrapnel polluting him And keeping him from healing
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New York City
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
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