Good experience for a coming man
flash forward to the corner room
the dust choked divan
flash forward to the rotting lace
the rusty stain
to never leave that cursed place again
three sisters oh the alabaster limbs
the twining fingers
now the thing begins
silk soft but oh
cold as frost touched glass
the trailing touch across
clean flesh they pass
the breathing catch the
stifled moan
experience beneath the damned throne
taste and touch a mark
he can't erase
in wicked lines carved
deep into his face
what
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