The touchA Poem by Wishful ThinkerHe swiftly held her hand and started caressing it softly Softness of that touch had set her soul ablaze He then touched her left thigh And the sea of revulsion within her turned more violent As he kept feeling her She kept dying a little more When his hands were on her waist She felt as though a dagger was smoothly slicing her marrow Next he grabbed her tight in his arms Hollowness conquered her And each molecule in her body had surrendered to trepidation She could feel his piercing breath on her neck The touch of his breath was like a boa’s teeth penetrating gradually in her skin Suddenly a little pang of valor erupted in her veins And she shoved him away, she escaped him She saved her soul from vacating her body But that gruesome touch will remain intact inside her for eternity © 2012 Wishful ThinkerAuthor's Note
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Added on June 17, 2012 Last Updated on June 17, 2012 AuthorWishful ThinkerMumbai, IndiaAboutWell, I am not a professional writer but writing is my passion. I write to make myself happy. more..Writing
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