Ice
By moonglo
Icey fingers caress her soft skin icicles cover the ceiling and fog fills the room virgin eyes peer carefully hidden around the corner stripped to ugly nakedness the room turns cold darkness creeps in soft voices break the silence speak of evils unknown white on black the feelings are from within red lips quiver frightened emotions arise cruel evils laugh the game is not yet done time for the final test and young beauty wins them over another soul lost to the shadows the end comes nearer Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 08:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Icey fingers caress her soft skin..."