Wednesday, 2 November 2016

breathless

she's more like a breath in the air
that i often breathe, & rush through her hair
then pull 'em hair deep down so hard
& enjoy watching her being chaired-cum-scarred.
something, i know, she longs to say
but i snatch her every breath, & slay
she feels so helpless, & breathless right under my body
& i make her feel more vulnerable...
than ever she thought would be for somebody. 

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