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she's unlucky and she doesn't even believe in luck
by Ava BluLouise is praying
while gripping the headboard in front of her
she's on top
again
watching his eyes roll
watching him not sweat
on-lookers would think she enjoys it
seeing her body writhe
heaving moans
but she's being forced to take it
as deep as she can
and it isn't his dick
and it isn't his tongue
deeper the hole is filled with blackness
and she's praying
again
for the bed to collapse
for the ceiling to fall
for any other distraction
that will force her to awake
and find herself, again,
far away from him. 09/27/2008 Posted on 09/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 09/27/08 at 11:17 PM Whew! This one stabs like a knife. Most excellent read. Thanks. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/28/08 at 04:21 AM Sounds like she has one hell of an imagination, and one hell of an ability to bring ghosts to life. As usual, brilliant. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/11/08 at 04:20 PM jon, i think i know that movie, but i can't remember it lol i've heard that line before. anyway, jeanna, this is something. i have so little experience on this subject, but i can feel the innate emptiness. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 12/27/09 at 07:06 AM this is pretty good. i'm adding it to my favorites. |
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