Kink

mutilate 
manipulate 
touch 
fondle 
and burn 
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch 
not too little 
not much
choke 
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand 
cold hands 
man to man 
twisted corpse 
mine to warp
melting pot of 
your hot 
retort 
deeper into 
your mind 
like a tape worm 
dripped in wine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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