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Usually death is the end of a story, but mine is just the begining...Take these gifts..
This bone that grates beneath the surface
begs to support this body you test
This blood that surges throughout my limbs
licks rage that chases your wicked hand
This breath that parts my quivering lips
brings mute whispers of worship and painTake these gifts…
This hand fights to grasp air you exhale
and longs to feel the flesh you deny
This heart flinches with every demand
that softly escapes your dark lush mouth
This heat I produce deep down below
fuels the tirades of love that I pleadTake these gifts…
This sight brings visions of anxious nights
spent writhing within your magic weave
This sound, so sweet of stiletto heels
heralds the purity in your stride
This scent of your sex shines sharp focus
upon mysteries of my servitude
Take these gifts
All I truly own
A salty humble edifice
To a woman
Owning the darkness
~I am pretty but I am not beautiful, I am sin but I am not the devil, I am good but am not a angel....Marilyn Munroe....to be loved it to be fortunate to be hated is to be distinctive...~
