Battered
soft where I
used to be hard
bruised where I
used to be smooth
pommeled
repeatedly
pummeled
over and over
and over
again
stormed
my bridge
across
my moat
rammed
wood on wood
banged
shelled
hammered
slammed
my port
cullised
sliding
giving
bending
grabbed
pulled
yanked
bent
and taken
penetrated
my nave
occupied
my
sanctum
sat
my
sacrum
6 comments:
Well written. Also like the layout of the posts. :)
Cheers!
Thanks Jagit. Cheers to you too.
I cannot breathe. Cannot breathe having read these last posts one after another. Cannot comment now, regardless of how much I wish it. But in the cannot breathe, you will know, I read. You will know I listened. Know that I carried your words wishing I could carry more.
Well Ms Storm, come a little closer and I'll help you with that breathing problem. :-D
Always a pleasure my dear Sunshine to see you stopping by. Hope your day is warm and filled with the joy of family and friends. :-)
I read it. And I read it again. No matter how many times I read it I will always see something new and feel something else xx
Elise, any way I read it the result is the same--I just feel beaten to a pulp, taken, raped, squatted upon and just plain penetrated and violated. I suppose I like it, like the pain, cause I could just run away, but I don't.
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