"Seven Minutes In Blissful Hell"
Around the world spins us again,
the sounds muted from my ears.
The ceiling is white the ground gray,
everything fading to black in shades.
Spin the bottle with the arrow pointing,
a wicked grin and an innocent kiss.
Darkness closing in and the light is gone,
the warmth of kisses and cool patches.
The hot spots hit and skin against skin,
unable to be resisted between his knees.
A little blood and the thrusts keep heaving,
moaning the pain felt so relentless inside me.
If I scream it'd end no faster than now,
but where is the fun in that after all?
Without love and a heart full of shame,
hearing his voice call my name is painful.
I held my breath till the minutes were up,
the light flooded in but I stuck to the shadows.
The laughter haunted my empty mind,
blocking out everything else in time.
Alone my room remained on for days,
flashbacks of the minutes never fade.
But long linger the echoing laughter,
unforgivable smiles whose shadow,
swallows me into where no one goes.
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