“Her mascara ran in streaks down her face lipstick smeared across her alabaster cheeks like a porcelain doll that had been flung around before the paint had dried. ... barely blinking eyes like content little suns poking through dark mascara clouds she is broken yet whole at the same time and she belongs to him (excerpt from "Content" in Make Me Take It From You by HL37)” EroticaBdsmContentErotic PoetryErotic PoemHl37Make Me Take It From You Book:Make Me Take It from You: Erotic Poetry and Short Stories Source: Make Me Take It from You: Erotic Poetry and Short Stories