Playing For Keeps

Wed, 07/03/2013 - 17:13 -- taybear

As you threw me on the floor you kept saying that you love me me. When you got on top of me I swear my heart skipped a beat. Your hands on my body made me quiver. The rush of fear killed the thrill. The taste of your lips was bittersweet as you took my last breath from me.

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