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War and Love
written by Genocide Reaper04:59 AM 11/18/04| To feel myself grow weary of waiting, to see all of this slowly fadeing. Everything slips into fantasy. All I can see is whats inside of my mind. As the explosions are set off behind. And the rest of the soldiers run seek a place to hide. I stand in Visions of beautiful sexual insisions. Thinking about your soft, warm skin. Your firm heated thighs wet from the anticipation. So close to spiritually masturbation. Not even a touch was made, and you were soaked, not even a kiss was laid, and with my eyes stareing inside of yours you began to cope with the pain that was slowly setting in. Skin breaking, blood flowing, moans escapeing, fluids pouring, bodys meeting, saliva exchanging. Now my third party wonders what is real. The war which surrounds me. Or the Visions.. I must kill. To get back to my visions. I must collect severed heads to make it home. It is the only way to find my love. |
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