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...written on 2009-01-06, @ 5:08 p.m.
Your tongue weaves spiderwebs. Soft wet and streaming across my breasts, belly and thighs. A waterfall of darkness shudders behind my eyelids, bleeds red when I squeeze them tight. I'm floating in the black but my feet, my hands, my heart are pinned right here by silvery strands. I am your prey, rolled a thousand times over in silk, bleeding out as you watch. You drain me and I can't even sob, can't even breathe, to save myself. It takes everything in me not to cry. Not because it hurts, because it's beautiful and dying. A million tiny pinpricks of light explode through the black and I'm dying and it feels wonderful. I want to stay here, sustained between the two forever. The shimmering night blurring my vision.