Don't Hold Your Breath SLUT (Explicit)
"Runner-up in the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period July 1-Sept. 30, 2012."--ed.
She will miss the kiss.
It lingers on and she tastes him.
Something that she never experiences
and longs for,
her brief emancipation.
He tosses her like a rag doll,
entwined, she is trembling,
he breaks her in two,
that last kiss, now lips closed tightly,
out th...
In Part.
I feel the
madness
,
Consuming my breath like fog-
He oozes in depth through my pores.
Sinking stalk fingers into my brain.
His ambience is a narcotic, an addiction.
Sunk inside this cavity that isnt mine.
He leaves his crust like leftover pie on my face.
My existence is nothing without it.
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