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Sex in the Sand

Poetry By: xXCapriSunXx

Feeling used? Oh I don't know. My head is filled with poems. They're not amazing.

Submitted:Jan 7, 2012    Reads: 50    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   

Cum dries around her aching lips,

Love was at her fingertips

But all he did was bruise her hips,

Again, again

Cause she was his.

Blood all in her fake eyelashes,

He touches lace,

He tore her satin.

Now her eyes begin to blacken,

He swore to her this wouldn't happen.

His beating hands,

Sex in the sand,

Gliding, frightening

He's her man.


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