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Haunt
by Robin Patterson*** The slave escapes her bonds to find a stronger set of chains.***
~ Anonymous
I wrestled with
Your ghost today.
It gnawed with
narcissistic pleasure
upon the ripened
flesh between
my legs.
Though only a
vaporous enigma,
the weight of you
managed to shackle
and bind whatever
shred of lucid morality
I possessed.
With your tongue
you engraved your
name upon me
and I writhed
at your command,
letting you thrust
your hidden torment
inside my
sacred walls.
In vain I stifled
the vile moans
derived from the
pleasure of your
ravenous trespass,
and with it blurred
the edges of
enrapture
and revolt
I cried out
with violent
release, and now
the only cryptic
evidence that remains,
is the wetness of a
a thousand floods
that tumble down my
thighs.....
until
you
haunt
again.
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