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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia 
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Dissecting winter's bisexual imagination leaving little but dust to wonder between colliding perversions bouncing off whitewashed walls of hollow scull "My, Isn't she pretty" laying naked opened under metaphysical microscope pressing her buttons just to hear the lust The sounds ear sex oh the sounds teasing the eardrum moans yes! yes ! yes! the screams, glorious noise baptizing in dark catatonic euphoric sexual mantra Die you sinner to hell you fiend fall on your knees prostrate in horrid disgust begging penance in rote prayer till tongue falls to floor overused The night passes raped by the coming day banging head against the bricks as sunlight invades my window scolding hot tongue against bare flesh and so it begins as it always will forever returning to waking sleep. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow...that's raw but good |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
thank you |
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