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Bloody Pussy
written by Genocide Reaper07:29 PM 11/17/04| Something that sickens everyone else has become a fetish of mine, it seems Iv loved it since the begining of time, and you can think or say whatever you wish. that doesn't change the way I feel. Its tight, and bleeds, and I love the taste, and drink from the bleeding fountain of life, without a care without a second thought. You can call me whatever your fucking brain comprises, but that doesn't make a difference in a world of surprises. Can you feel my memory reaching out at you my dearest dark breath, the one who came to me in every dream, either earlier or late but never the less she was there. Opening the door, by letting me use my fingers as the keys, I seeked out the fountain of life and I drank from its red glorys. And nothing you say about my love for cum dripping Bloody pussy can change me! The blood bathe of life, the greatness of the same fluid that flows when you use a knife, just dripping from a better entry. A permenant wound, that bleeds for me. A permenant feeling, that lives in me. I love what I love, and if you don't like it, you'll be shot down like the peace dove dureing war time. Theres nothing you could say, no other way, nothing that could stop my love for bloody pussy. |
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Oh. I'm just fucking twisted I know.. But I fucking love it.. Iv wanted to write a poem about it for awhile.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-17-2004 - 07:56 PM)
| All I will say...never change. Stay always being my twisted lover. |
by (anonymous) (1-11-2005 - 06:10 AM)
| That was hot, and made me hot ... nice work! ^_~ |
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