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In the darkened room, 
I feel a shift in the air.
Fear strikes me
And grips my soul.
My skin shivers
In anticipation.

Do I really want this?
I do not know,
But I need it.
I cannot feel without it.

I need you to reach
The deepest,
Part of me.

The part I do not easily share.

I feel numb,
I hear your voice
And feel your hands on my skin.

There are no words of love here,
Only need.
Pure lust mixed with
Unspoken fear
That rushes inside my core.

I crave it.

Your rough hands
Possess my needing flesh.
Your harsh words
Rush through me,
Leaving me begging.

For more.

The sting on my skin
Ravishes my soul,
And releases
My dark need.

In this moment,
With you,
I surrender.

This poem is for Lush only. If you see it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

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Copyright © Madeline Fyre. All Rights Reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without prior permission of the writer.

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