Stockholm Groggily awoken by pressure on the wrist, Tightening Iron rubbing tender flesh, She whimpers at unfamiliar surroundings, Crackling hearth, stone walls and vast velvet master bed. He enters, a giant shadow looming on teak boards, Swaying jet hair, an awesome gait, Refusing hot broth she rises his fury, The firm fling of […]

via Stockholm Syndrome (Dedicated to Declan Kelly) — KellyMedia

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