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My poet heart
written by Genocide Reaper09:43 AM 11/30/04| My poet heart, very dear to me, I will sweetly rip you apart. I must have a taste, just wrap your legs around my waist. I can't help but sink my face deep, I can't help but steal all of your needs. I'm drunk off of your extatic power, I'm a fly in the fly trap, stuck to you, like you are stuck to me, in this, impowering fuck. I cannot let go, deep inside my feelings continue to grow. I will always clutch you tightly, this you should know. Is it me? I can't help I'm never out of reach, yet I'm too far away to hold, but I'm always there so you are never cold. Just get the vasoline, and I'll grab the gasoline, and we'll burn this city and I'll sodomize you until these buildings are cinders. Like a drunken fool just being used like a tool, giving in to what ever it is you wish to give. Gone into my mind, inside your chasim I am home. I know I'm with you all the time, so I'm never really alone. Is it you? I seem to refuse to let go, I can't find a reason not to hold on, I guess I'm just the one, Gods only son. The demon who has damage done to the entire world that now seems gone. My poet heart, getting all she needs so deep inbetween her thighs I'm going blind, hands pressed to the back of my head, everything gos black and all I can hear is moans. And a yelping I love you. Thats all she said. |
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Here you are sweetness.. Iv been up all night, like I said
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (12-1-2004 - 02:16 PM)
| I had many dreams as I've slept of just this same. A release my soul aches in pain for. LIFE. |
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