Skin screamingA Poem by Dark Messenger
I felt her skin as it screamed out in desperation.
But what if the desperation wasn't even hers? Maybe it was the residue of a recent lovers corrupt soul. Still lingering over her own soul even though the sinful act they committed together has long passed. Like her very essence covered in sap. The desperation in his heart as he laid her, and lied to her. Only using her to fulfill his desires. Out of desperation. But who knows?... Our skin only made contact for a moment. © 2015 Dark Messenger |
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