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Tendril-like you slithered in Invading. Fingers drag across hot skin Pulse quickens "...arousal..." (or fear) A flush A breath Tremb'ling my soul screams out Like a fly in a pitcher plant my insides thrash search for escape. You pause. Feigning respect slink to my flank dripping words of doubt to take my mind. Grasping search for openings left by soulquakes - avalanches summoned by my howls Tremors in the night aftershocks and waves Memories claw raising bumps crawling across my skin Again |