she slowly
peeled the skin off
of her face
until bare muscle
shined wetly
in the moonlight
with a grin
she let the rain
run freely
in a pink froth
down
her bare chest
it was more
than my wallet or sanity
could afford
but in the darkness
she blows me
blood specked kisses
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gross… and yet… not gross… I think I like this
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just a strange before bed image I couldn’t shake
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Well hopefully writing it down helped clear it.
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Haunting and erotic! Is there a genre for horror erotica?
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There might be now.
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