He would leave me breathless,
literally gasping for air,
The way he held me tightly,
fingers curled into my hair.
Goosebumps all over my skin,
chills resonating within,
As only he knew how,
to have me screaming his name.
Although it wasn't through passion,
it was due to excruciating pain,
He'd like to hear me beg,
for my life over and over again.
Only he never gave in,
as he thrived on the power,
He had over all he held captive,
in his bloody Dark Tower.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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Dark Attraction
الشعرA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
