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This is really bad, and really poorly written (not to mention very sexually instense..). Helpful comments and critique welcome. Thank you.
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It’s the mask.
The mask you wear,
The mask you hide in
Hide the sins
Hide the laws
Hide the truth
Hide the flaws of you
Shelters the thieves and cons and fools.
It’s there, I can see it.
White as bone, bright as darkness.
May I touch it, feel it?
Yes, you may.
I take the mask, uncovering all
All sins, lies broken rules.
Staring, I watch the Pandora’s jar open,
Flowing out the world,
All hateful, cruel,
Full of the unwanted and uncared for.
You tell me, there is nothing to fear.
You’re right. There isn’t.
I grew up with this face, always there,
Watching, waiting, fating each day
I go through.
It grins, jeers, sneers.
It says, this is life, fear it or live it.
Without the mask, what would happened, love?
Would I ache for the touch of your warmth?
The feel of you lips, tongue, fingertips
Running down my spine, my chest, my thighs.
Entering my mind, you speak soft nothings into my spirit,
If I had one.
My soul was taken, maybe never there.
Too long have I worn a mask myself, hoping never to show,
To show what is inside me, this demon,
This nothingness of wasted lines.
You take my face gently, whispering,
Let us take off our masks, together
Forever.
Forever?
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P.S. Please note I was on a PotO fan binge. I was doing something completely random when it popped into my head, and wouldn't leave until I wrote it down. Or typed it at least..
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