I see her lifeless expression did I do this?
I taste her thimble of an extension. I liked it.
I feel the wounds and sticky, blood, cum, sweat, tears, pleading cries.
Oh, how could I deny these simple pleasures of life.
I try to regain self control, as I contort my fingers around her hole.
I should stop, I shouldn't be on top, anymore, I think its time I call myself a Whore.
Oh, If this is wrong, then I don't want to be right, if this avoids the light. Then Immortal Darkness Eternal. Here I come.
Love.
XXX. The Poetry God. |
