Common Mahar
Luccio
story
The Antebellum Collection
Come, caress bare knuckles against virgin skin.
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I was your daughter, Father, you dare-
Take my heart and mangle it under heavy heel boots.
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My love plays Russian roulette to win.
I pray every night luck does not make fools of us both.
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You taste of heat and want and promise.
But tomorrow you'll be gone. Lost to the desert again.
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Come. Blow me a kiss, my beloved.
Before the crimson desert lays claim to you once more.
Lea