fallen4uangel: …THE POTTER Wet, slippery hands Slide over my velvet folds A mess of silt and flesh spill between His fingers When he pushes through and ruptures An aching cry mends my splitting porcelain skin The lathe of his need Mold and gouge
fallen4uangel: …THE POTTER Wet, slippery hands Slide over my velvet folds A mess of silt and flesh spill between His fingers When he pushes through and ruptures An aching cry mends my splitting porcelain skin The lathe of his need Mold and gouge
