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A sliver of light, just golden dancing against the tan of your skin. As I begin to tremble against the silence, breath escaping, hands reaching, raping the peaceful quiet. The night hides the naughty, niceties dancing in spotlights like fairies, while evil lurks in its lair… I grip your hair, so softly dripping sweat, I ease into the wet of your kiss; an experience I’ve missed. Your tongue on my tongue, hands searching skin while screams molest modesty. In all honesty, lust drenches black in red, a passion that pursues not love, but hurts, but aches, while everything at stake has no matter. The night hides the fake, masks the mistake that screams bloody murder as morning breaks the dawn. Wrap suspicion in a white sheet, hide the corpse in the closet, and assume life as normal. As though I’m not dead, as though your touch didn’t take, didn’t destroy all I had… This could have been bad, had we acknowledged what actually happened…
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