Laying here in peace
My heart is pounding and feels no pain
Rushing blood is pouring
Through my veins
I touch my skin asking nothing from it
Seems I can feel joy
Now everything is mine
A rising sensation coming
It's over
I walk away from myself
Leave my bed alone
Nothing will set me free
I'll be on my way
I'm going to leave this place
One day
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2025 00:15
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 13
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Comments2
This may be taken in more than one way. It is labeled erotic and so it may well be as self stimulation is in contrast to that with another but it may also be a separation between inner self and outer self. Well done
A sense of liberation from ones inner self from the outer self, enjoyed the read
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