House Of Pain Poem by James McLain
House Of Pain
Seventeen generations lost of soul
lived here valley of a shadow draws
you near.
Black of void the night so shiny is
the single reflection deep within
this orb that is my eye.
Bleeding wenches screaming out
my name.
Hands clenched tight the writhing
of the thighs.
Arms wide open breast up
thrusting draws me
into her.
My soul forever herein dwells in
side this house of pain.
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4/23/2024 1:20:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem..full of emotion...