Fantasies.

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Bruises on both of her knees.

Scratches down my back.

These thoughts always seem to keep me up at night.

In my dreams.

I bite my nails down.

So going down.

It's the best.

I can't satiate my hunger.

For her.

Her body is like a forest.

I want to get lost inside of her.

Her lips are just like honey.

Her silhouette alone turns me on.

I wouldn't let anything fuck her up.

But, God, do i want to fuck her.

Feel her warmth.

Feel her heavy breathing underneath me.

Feel her teeth bite my lips.

To be inside her.

Lost inside her.

Make her mine.

That's what I want.

For her to be mine. 

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last three poems up July seventeenth.

Act II: The Hurting  starts on the 18th. 

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