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Pink flower
written by Genocide Reaper05:08 AM 10/27/04| Stareing down a beautiful sight, so precious, so pleasing, the thought of ripping it to pieces. Little pink flower, about to turn red, little pink flowers owner, might end up dead. Soft to the touch, such a tease is the sight of this, delectible flower, I could spend many an hour tearing it apart, petal by tender little petal. The warm, wet pink flower, is going to bleed. The urge to sastify my every need, that little soft sight, precious in the night, warm when I'm cold as ice, torn, when I bring the vicious scorn. Peirce, puncutre, penetrate, reinstate, make morbid feelings known as to be. Educate her, desecrate her, rip and tear her. Tiny, tight, wet, warm, pink flower. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (10-27-2004 - 11:02 AM)
| Pink flower eh? Might that be a (oops forgotten the name of the word) for something a little ruder? |
by dacode05 (10-28-2004 - 01:59 PM)
by Genocide Reaper (10-28-2004 - 08:50 PM)
| How shall I put this so I don't offend to many people? Since when do I care about offending people? Never lol...Its about really, tight, hot, wet, pussy. |
by xSadisticPhsyc0x (10-28-2004 - 09:54 PM)
by dacode05 (10-28-2004 - 10:20 PM)
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