Mark R Slaughter - Corruption

Mark R Slaughter - Corruption

She stood before me – br Blackness in the mind, br And whim, and soul. br br Disconcerting lay the beauty br In her breast, br Partnered with grotesque and br Furtive meaning in her stare; br br And in the cool of subtle light, br A hideous glamour in her slight br And satin countenance; br So was I in love or fear? br br Did I really want to grip her arm br (Snaking in a coat of creamy skin) ? – br Spear a lustful tongue between her raging lips? br br I felt the underpinning pout of sensuality.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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