Captured
I swallow a little death everytime I let you touch me. Each moment of surrender is exquisite torture. Your words meaningless~ I listen to your murmured passion and your eyes hit me like a slow moving bullet. Your mask keeps tripping under your feet. You feed off my glory and implore me to speak just to hear my voice. I run over you like a sweet wind down your spine, pulling you in and breathing you out.

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