PERFECT FRAME

I rejoiced in pain.

He roar me like a feast.

Together we clutched,

Together we sunk.

He nailed me like I was his favorite wall,

and together we made a perfect frame.

It was as if his devils were dancing with my angles,

So rapturous that they even matched my muse.

Hundreds of layers of flesh felt so whole.

He mold me like he would never return.

My core felt so sensuous, 

Now everything else was oblivious.

                                                -Amna.Parvin

 

 

 

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