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Sunday, 23 December 2012

Little Red


Curling her scarlet lips into a pout 
She pressed against him 
Leaving reminders of an oxblood kiss on his neck 
Holding his head back, she curved her long nails along his throat 
Etching slowly down his chest 
Leaving tears of silver blood to fall on his paper skin
He gazed up at her, ferret eyes gazed over 
Cascading hair fell down her back in long brown waves
He let out a cry
As she traced her frosted teeth with her tongue
Parting her mouth into a smile
She laughed

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