Staring at the ceiling,
cold.
An empty wine glass ripples.
Ugly stains of something,
old.
The howling dog is crippled.
Enter into something,
new.
A leather bondaged whore.
Sopping wet and yearning,
dew.
Begging him for more.
Embarrassed stares and filtered,
brine.
Clearing out her throat.
It will be done, end soon,
in time.
he'll wake and read her note.
Author notes
Written March 6th, 2005
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good
A great dark write and very thought provoking.I like the understated feel to this.It gives a powerful punch but in a subtle way.Well written..
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wow
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Very awesome write
Love the darkess to it 
You're a really good writer, keep it up
- C xxxxxx
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