Satin Sheets
Red satin sheets cover my skin
Will it hurt? I ask him
Will it bleed like me?
Or will it cover my sin
His trembling hands turn blue
Ashen skin now, our bed soaked
through
I mask my pleasure, ready to take
the blame
But will these white blinds hide my
shame
Or will they just hide you?
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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