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Tell me (I'll tell you.)
written by Genocide Reaper08:22 AM 8/10/04| Tell me how you need it. Tell me how your heart feels it. Tell me deep down inside, you can't deny me. Keep my lines forever inside of your mind. Tell me just how much you love me to Hurt you. Even as I fuck you...I can't help but fucking push every single fucking inch into you as hard as I can stand until I think I'll snap it off. So much more force than ever before, as my Interest have become the number one Motive for this, for instance, your my Interest. I can't help but feel the need to make you bleed. Slice, bite, and claw your tender skin, shackle you my Goddess as I rape you again and again. Sinking my teeth into your breast, filling your every request, I don't even ask. I just know I love the task. The floor you lye own doused in blood and cum, the ultimate Calling, the Great Malice. As you surrender I ciphon your blood to me. And let you feel the wounds of my body from the battles waged against the Light. My very existance consumes your fumes. |
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for the Goddess.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 08:26 AM)
| mmm...now...let's just put that into action shall we?...heh...that'd be tricky...but damnit i'm so very turned on right now...and fuck i got rid of my blade *angry yells remembers magnificent poems...begins to get wetter* |
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