SecretiveA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittYour breath filtered life saving air on my neck seductively.
Your hand quivering strong possesion arond my wrist leading.
Your mouth hot tormented beacon against my lips forceful.
Your target aching innocent girl Is me before you apprehensive
Your word brutal true admission ringing in my ear eternal.
This night scary beautiful destruction rests in me secretive.
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on November 14, 2008 Last Updated on November 14, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more.. |

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