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Spawning the beast
written by Genocide Reaper04:38 PM 2/10/05| Nothing more can I say. That doesn't mean what I have already spoken. I take a gander upon you grounded Angel. You appear to me. Beaten, and broken. So unto you I hand this token, of my appreciation, for your surrender and gift in which I pounded. Nothing more I can do, but loving lay back and watch you bleed. You are a precious priority, for you are my never failing way to feed. Remember all of this, as I caress you, and give you a kiss. Lye with me and give way to malevolence and sin, take within you, this love as your flesh gives in and shares with us its scent. Allow us to feel your river flow, as you know all the teachings you've been taught of right and wrong are thrown out of the window. Voluptuous piercing creating reasons for your sexual viciousness. Do not falter on me now, for it is your soul I wish to touch, as I force the fight into the cavern dark as the night. It doesn't matter if you scar me, for I love it when you get rough. Slip your tongue that shall never let a lie roll off of it into my mouth, dance with mine as our bodies in sweat, and juices are doused. Break my skin, and suck the crimson that was once concealed into your hungry belly, the one so near the seed, that the beast will be laid. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by I_heart_jack_black (2-10-2005 - 05:10 PM)
| I fuckin' luv it! write more! |
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