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Trespasser
By Magdalena
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He tipped me his tailored tongue
gratified my mind with eloquent faltering
the street light charmed his frame
and dusted my eyes with warmth
his vantage point lulled my prudence
I imagined he could pull me inside out
with those extravagant fingers
his aura 'vintage and compelling'
held my gut in a butterfly dance
there was nothing, more out of my control
my body was rejecting me and the walls I built
my brain the traitor to my cause
every caution and lesson learned, disintegrated
I felt abandoned and vulnerable
and he stepped into my susceptibility
he would cut me open, I knew that
his lab rat, pinned to the bed of our making
finding relief in a palliative cocktail
he kissed my throat and watched me crumble
I never felt so helpless
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On Sunday, May 1, 2016, Magdalena
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Ahhh, thank you, and to all the great comments here. Always appreciated. :)
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On Wednesday, September 10, 2014, Lux
(299) wrote:
I wish I could weave words as beautiful as you. I wish there were words apt enough to comment on this from my own tongue. Alas, all I have is.... Nada. Wonderful, Anita.
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A former member wrote:
This sucked me in. Your way with words is really delightful, and I can relate to this, albeit from an opposite gender's experience of the ordeal. Still, the same feelings apply :) haha anyway
Wonderful pen.
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On Tuesday, September 9, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
"his lab rat, pinned to the bed of our making finding relief in a palliative cocktail he kissed my throat and watched me crumble I never felt so helpless" - holy cow! That is fantastic imagery! Great piece! Ciao, T/S
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On Tuesday, September 9, 2014, haunted
(849) wrote:
hmm, it sounds like you were reluctant against your better judgement but gave into this mysterious mans seduction. your metaphors for me can go either way. one being that you took the chance and fell into heaven or that he just was there to lure then prey on your vulnerability. but, I bet your neck tasted pretty sweet either way. haha awesome anita!
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On Tuesday, September 9, 2014, Aleas
(171) wrote:
Never felt so helpless, never wanted it more. That moment...a definitive "oooooh shit" moment where the end product can't be known as positive or negative until regret sinks in. I love those moments. Those types of moments, they disappear with marriage, don't they? But, he does not seem the trespasser. These are woods you've wandered and barred yourself from. The walls, they didn't fall away; you stepped outside of them, into a known unknown where his fingers and lips were waiting for you. Or...that's where my mind travels here. =p Cheers!
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