Monday, May 13, 2013

(taboo)

She was a taboo like a scorch in the throat. A word you shouldn’t say. The taste of her sweat when she arches, like the songs your parents told you not to hear. She walked all lace and spiked heels and she loved you like you never wanted. Like you always needed. She was the taboo you were never supposed to crave.

(composed in 60 seconds at oneword.com

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