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Played
His hands and eyes whispered
across my naked breast as
if he were playing a sweet
symphony of a South
Pacific island.
Held prisoner by his untold
unchecked lust cradled
between his thighs.
Like all fierce storms he
raged into me with the force
of a hurricane leaving me
defeated and tormented.
Pelting down hordes of tears
much like rain until my heart
felt as if it were to rip open.
There is not for me but to
paint his image in my mind
least I forget.
G. Williams
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