'Pictures at an Exhibition'
Tracy Bersley
Dark road. Moans from the radio.
Breathless passion took her hands from the wheel.
The yellow road sign predicted curves.
Her pulsating body predicted ecstasy.
Racing with her mind, the car drove her desires.
"click"
Half clothed. Breast exposed.
Erotic tongue wet her lips.
The floor made her bed.
Linoleum made the sheet.
Scrubbing the surface with her flesh, her pain was pleasure.
"click"
Pouring hiss. The shower beat down.
Wet dreams created in steamy heat.
Darkness reached the corner in which she was wedged.
Water reached her body screaming to be cleansed.
Drowning in a violent sea, her obsession ignored the life raft.
"click"
pictures from a magazine
a movie
a mind
pictures so clear she could rape herself
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