that night he was different
i saw hunger in his usually lifeless eyes
something primal
he tore off his clothes
and pinned me down like an animal
his lips searched mine
as if i stole something precious from him
and hid it somewhere inside me
that night he filled me completely
but i have never felt so empty in my life
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GUTTER
Poetrya kaleidoscope of emotions and musings, or just the dark void in my head. it depends. handle with care.
