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sex with the self mutilator
written by madolivamakoot07:51 AM 1/8/05watch his eyes look me up and down
but i know after he sees under the cloths he'll frown
he'll think im sexy if i let it last
how many others has he screwed in the past
ill let him go
but we have to take it slow
makein out in his room
him sayin i like your purfume
but it was to end hear
for him seeing my body is what i fear
after the beauty then i have fault
damn it hurts worse with ice and sault
telling him no
maybe i should go
he asks to stay
then i tell him and he says no fucking way
i dont believe you seamed alright
how can you strugle with no fight
but he goes on and i enjoy
kindda like im his little toy
then it all ends and he asks for my name
just another screw the jocks are so lame |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by swee (1-8-2005 - 10:09 AM)
| haha...dumb jocks. great poem. |
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