Shewolf N Lust

Suspended by cables from the ceiling
He waits for unconsciousness
Every wound dripping on the floor below
Words can't escape his discarded tongue
Over on the table are tools for torture
Little does he know that he is not alone
Full white bloody lab coat greets him
Not explaining what she'll do next
Licking her fingers, she takes the knife
Undoing one clip, she licks her lips
Sensual breaths can be heard
Tracing her fingers on his chest, is ShewolfNLust
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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October 22, 2015 at 3:28 AM
- Hello Samantha :) - Autumn is a great time to write and read poems :) - I welcome you to the P - Soup, with your great first poem :) - Hope you will have a nice time here with us - Best wishes and good luck - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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October 21, 2015 at 12:08 AM
Hi Samantha, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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October 19, 2015 at 11:19 PM
Samantha, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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