Δευτέρα 10 Μαρτίου 2014

THE SWORD

FLOWERS DIGITAL ART CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU 2014


She feels lonely
She walks in the hallway
or lie down on the bed
She relaxes her body
in aromatic salts
in the bath
She feels offerable
All of a sudden she feels him behind her
entering through her
She feels his penis
upright like a sword
penetrating in her
"Fuck me!" she moans
But he never finishes
She has  given herself
without being taken
She remains in her shelf
straight leading edge

Disqualification
Desperation
Disregard

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