Good Kind of Pain

Mon, 04/15/2013 - 14:05 -- missK

The comfort of ice in my mouth
While hell goes on down south.
Closed doors hide the sight
Of me pushing, all my might.
One last scream.
Finally.

Comments

niara_bee1

deep

SwimmingAlong

Brevity is Wit.

Chills. 

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