Twisted Love

Jolted, weeping upon the floor she sighs and thinks to herself perhaps he's done for the night. He stands above her sudatory, weary, wondering what he's done. He knows he has another side, another half that conceals its self only to be seen by her, demented and abusive this part of him becomes his every move. He picks her off the floor and places her next to him upon the bed once again His gentle malacissant self was taken over by this hidden evil, they now lye and wonder, how long until the next time he wails upon her bruised body again. So in love, so in pain, so in awe, wonder, and shame. Will this simply pass or will he turn once again ending her permanently. For now they'll guess and wonder make love and ponder the way they do everyday.

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