Friday, April 13, 2018


Today's muse: Verse Escape: Friday 55

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Pale skin shimmers like moonlight.

She cannot see. He has made sure of that. She wears nothing but silk ropes that hold her in place; hold her open.

But she hears. Hears his breathing. Hears the swish of his belt released from his pants.

She knows what is next. And she waits. And she wants.

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