(Poetic) The sweet scent of longing lingers on your skin as I run my fingers up your biceps, intricately placing my hands at your shoulders. With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist. Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll, with my… Continue reading Ragdoll
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Dream 2
This time the dream comes slowly, seeping and oozing into my mind. My eyes closing, weights pushing against the lids. My energy is slowly being washed away into the blackness. Little clawed fingers painfully caress my brain, lulling it into submission and as I give in my last touch of feeling is a throbbing, reminder… Continue reading Dream 2