UsaniPanda

Haunted precipice, Once trembling beneath a waterfall meant To drown, to overwhelm Against all odds. To leave sickly images of something once brilliant. Cold now to the touch of polite fingers And pitied smiles, offering the visage But not the sentiment. A doll's get, treasured for years, delicately worn with care and desire. Ultimately forgotten and Ravaged by years. Hence glassy eyes and Pallid complexion. Dismal disaster, that.

Puckered lips drip disdain, painted red, moist with covetousness. Fickle trickle of perspiration to rest between breasts, glistening Before ultimately dribbling deeper, leaving a lingering trail. A heave of the chest, causing the rope to tighten, to squeeze, to Brush bruised flesh forward, trembling with the ache of need. Quivering, shivering, starving For the twinge of compliance; to feed, to take, to indulge.