Sunday, August 2, 2009

Rose

The need to rip, to tear
To shred
A desire so primal
So urgent
My nails digging into her skin
Her moans urging me on
Scratching won't fulfill
My dark desires
My teeth yearn for soft skin
It starts with a kiss
Just under her chin
My hands on her back
Pulling her closer
I bite hesitantly at first
Then, encouraged by her moans
I sink my teeth deeper
The sadist in my rears her head
Reveling in the pain she's inflicting
But pain isn't enought
To fill her need
Tonight, she's after blood.

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