I dress her in crushed velvet.
Deep purple, and defiant. Bright pink strands of colored hair. Her skin smooth like porcelain. Cold to touch, all warmth fleeing. Fascinating, this stillness. Ruby lips so plush and ripe. I taste her, a gentle kiss. Her screams still echoed aloud. Contained in this cement room. Gloriously surrendered. Hesitant I was to quell. Morning seeps through thin fabric. My gaze lingering, my love. The door closes behind me. To let my pretty one sleep. *** |
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