Searing stingsBurned across snowy skin flexed and taught.Dangerous, filthy thingsmade up random, rancid thoughts,soaring on brutal, feathered wings.The perfect agony she felt could not be fought,nor her lust for the sharp, leather strings.Wondering if her mind will begin to rot,and...
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I get myself all dressed up, wondering if this such a good idea; tight low-cut dress shirt, with a short black skirt, no panties or bra. I would also be wearing a pair of knee high boots. My hair curled...