Oh

by Quinn Specht   Feb 8, 2007


The touch of your
hands,
oh how they grip
the skin,
and tear at the flesh,
your scent lingers
like a cat for food.
Eyes like a wildfire,
tempting yet an undesirable
blasphemy.
Your lips,
as soft as velvet,
and yet cold like snow.
The vibe that spills
from your body,
the scent of blood on your clothes.
Oh how I can't resist you.
Tempt me more!

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  • 16 years ago

    by pLeASeTakEMyHeArT

    Too deep... jus love it.. So well written! Great job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Great job! That was really deep. I enjoyed reading it. Take care Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by Alex D

    The breaks mentioned in the other onee actually worked well in this one good job! 5/5