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Fingers trail my thighs,
Head resting on my shoulder.
She is young,
Innocent.

I reach out to touch her, but I feel
Nothing, like all warmth has gone.
As I lie with her,
I think of you.

Hot, aroused, in the dark with you,
My lips taste your body, I hear you
Moan softly, stroking my skin
Knowing nothing but love.

I let her caress me, because for now
It’s all she knows, of desire.
She is a childlike doll,
Tumbling from the shelf,

Splitting open her porcelain head.
©2008-2009 ~ixithegreat
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Something I was inspired to write after a party ;-).

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:iconkobyinperspective:
This is wonderful. I love it . . . what inspired this?

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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:icondiaryofafreak:
OMG amazing!

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:iconkobyinperspective:
Oh, nevermind, read your comment box! XD

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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thanks for the favorite. :) I'm glad you liked it :D
:icondiaryofafreak:
:D

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PNADA

()_()
( ^.^)
( " " )
* i iz happy
:iconkobyinperspective:
XD

--
"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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