Sinful Antidote

October 19, 2010
Her mouth strains to protest
But her hands search for his love
Mouth dry
Clothes torn
Limbs entangled with sheets weave
Webs of misplaced trust
And stolen innocence
The poison sets in
Her inhibitions crumble
To faded regrets
She hates him for what she’ll remember
But pulls him in tighter
For what he lets her forget

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