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Our eternity
written by Genocide Reaper05:02 PM 11/16/04| Driven to the point of no return from this craved obsession, pushing my self deeper into takeing you and keeping you from everyone else. I claim you as my Morbid bride, my wicked pride holds you like shackles. My prized possesion the soul you've given to me. I will place you in a trance of desire as we dance in fire. I will hold you close as I keep you from their evil hands and the noose they hold. You are my love. My life, and wicked wife. My deranged nature. I would kill to have your lips pressed to mine, tongues intwined as you slowly slip and slide your wet as a waterfall snatch glide down upon my rod. Slowly giving me access to the gates of greatness, the key I hold is one that once was cold, now re-varnished shineing like gold. For your craveing love I would kill.. And I will if I must. Too feel you, to have you to myself. And pray that you never get bored and place me on a shelf. To make you want me. To make you take me. I crave your embrace of never ending ravageing, to show you how much you are loved by this brutal savage. To see how you react as you circum to my every need. To give me every thing deep inside. To offer me everything never before touched. To feel it as you tell me I own it. The thought of it all sends the greatest feelings of all time through out my entire being. The thought of being so deep within you scream and moan in a pleasure of pureity, to pull you into an unforgetible loving makeing through out eternity. |
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The remarkible feelings are astounding. You are my inspiration for existance.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 05:09 PM)
| I cannot swallow...mmmmm. I could devour you. You're growling moans now fill my head in rolling repetition! Being took by a demon is one thing...being OWNED by one, well, I will only ever fight for thrill to us both. |
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