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Pictures taken
written by Genocide Reaper12:59 AM 11/9/04| I took some pictures of you after the meant to be accident, legs spread, smile broad, lips open wide. Which ones do I speak of, the ones that spit doesn't leak from. Unless I put it there. No way no how, could I let this go without a personal show. I just needed the memory useing photography. I can't help the way I fuck up, but I can make you get on those knees bent over and shut up, allowing a few screams to escape those busted lips. Bitten to bleed, better off to feed. Laying there giving a look of pure confidence in the sentimental accident, the pure rise of domination, me. I'm the great complication Can't explain the reasons, they just exist, the itch which I scratch useing you as the nails to scrape the flesh and feel the pleasure. |
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Yeah. Porn.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by BloodshedRose (11-16-2004 - 10:46 PM)
| Mm very hot. I love your work. |
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