Net geschreven en alleen nagekeken op grammatica en abstractheid, door dezelfde persoon als door wie dit geïnspireerd is. ^^
The Sentinel
Pinned to the harsh bark, standing sentinel over the silent lake, it felt like a rosary of lust strung around her martyred body. Fearless eyes made her lose her own, as she felt the thorns of intimacy cut deep into her mind. The primal need for sin was there to take over, without need for it to be authorised. Hands, stained by liberation, brushed her skin, as she tried to gasp for overwhelming air. The eyes of the crucifier preyed her down, and there was no place left to go but freedom.
Pinned to the harsh bark, standing sentinel over the silent lake, it felt like a rosary of lust strung around her martyred body. Fearless eyes made her lose her own, as she felt the thorns of intimacy cut deep into her mind. The primal need for sin was there to take over, without need for it to be authorised. Hands, stained by liberation, brushed her skin, as she tried to gasp for overwhelming air. The eyes of the crucifier preyed her down, and there was no place left to go but freedom.
Til hug og blod.
