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She quietly turns, takes the knife lover, moves it to his throat. He kneels gripping himself. Indian sex I say, what now? She stirs. Her dark skin shimmers in the candlelight. Read 11187 times |
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“Let her life flow into you”
The red priests once again circle the girl
“Isabella great mistress come back to us, Isabella great mistress come back to us, now and forever we will worship you as our goddess.”
As the chant grows louder the wound in Isabella’s chest starts to close, her arms drop to her side and she steps from the cross. Her arms are outstretched as if in a ready embrace. He gently takes her in his arms. It tells me, more
I cut deeper
Waiting for the red to show
For the liquid to flow
Hot, sticky, down my legs, across my breasts
Good it says, use me it says
But who is using who?