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What He Gives |
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a-alibaster Member
since 2000-01-08
Posts 392
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Blood seeping from my finger tips, trickling from my lips in minutiae drips. My stride is silent and abounds with pride. I peer through the darkened night with vision that is better this way than in the light. My hunger is grand as I roam this forgotten land. He is prepared for the letting. As I take his willing hand in our dank setting I can feel his heart beating. I caress his sweat sented skin and feel my hunger growing with in. Love and companionship to me he does give... also his sweet,saltly,bodily fluids,he provides without objection,knowing this is how I live. Blood seeping from my finger tips, trickling from my lips in minutiae drips... To me he provides all even when my odd ways do call. Fascination, lascivious temptation, purification, obsession, reserection... perfection!! There is an alter ego which dwells in every soul... a-alibaster |
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OBLIVION Junior Member
since 1999-10-04
Posts 21 |
Mmm...A good picture here. Darkly delightful.  |
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Osiris Junior Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 20 |
devouringly done a beautiful, emotionally raw work |
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Osiris Junior Member
since 2000-01-27
Posts 20 |
devouringly done a beautiful, emotionally raw work |
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