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Silver Skin
by Razel DaviesSlip off,
her black leather,
And caress,
her silver skin.
Cold to the touch,
Yet so enticing.
I stare deep,
To see my reflection.
Her sharp tongue,
It cuts deep.
My hands wrap,
Right around her.
Her song,
Entrances me.
As I my hand moves,
Her moans grow,
Louder and louder.
She is always mine,
And I love her so.
Truly a beautiful knife. 02/09/2007
Author's Note: Leviathan Bowie knife, she's so beautiful.
Posted on 02/09/2007
Copyright © 2025 Razel Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/10/07 at 03:08 AM the first time i read this it kind of creeped me out...thanks for the author's note. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/11/07 at 06:36 PM For some reason, I knew this was about a knife! Wonderful imagery and a excellent write- good read! |
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