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The drug? The sensation? You decide.

Submitted:Feb 20, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Silent sigh of satisfaction
unuttered, but guttural.
Claws clamoring for flesh
groping, hopelessly.
Burgeoning bliss,
naturally transitioning,
transcending to unending rapture.
A ravishing ravaging indeed.


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