hoods were made to be worn.: ticking raindrops upon my window pane...

you're texting too fast for me to reply, and never looking when you type T9...

all this love, that you're keeping... and me i've got a crush.

s a r a h

by betti gefecht

slow sensuality, soft sighs

slick sexuality, stifled screams

sinful scent

split-second-suddenly:

skin, swiftly sliced

sweet succor spilling

so stunningly

soaking silky strands

soaking sheets

soaking spinning senses

ah... angry angel all appetite,

anticipation and attraction

ancient, animalistic

anxiously ascending another ardent attack

an atrocious act

abused anatomy

ruptures, rapture-ridden

rumbling roars rough,

relentless reaping

red, red, red... radiant red rivulets

reeling, revolving, rotating rapidly

rousing realization

rancid raw regret

agony

and after agony:

acceptance

and after all

arrays are alternated

hush hush

heal, heavenly host

heal, hurting hull

heal, hammering heart

he holds her

helpless hunter

hungrily, he hisses:

heal!

hoods were made to be worn.

Friday, November 5, 2010

ticking raindrops upon my window pane...

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