He's got darkness in his eyes,
Like Jackson in disguise,
He's tall and wide,
Someone not easy to hide,
He's got dried out lips,
Lips you'd dread to kiss.
He's got black hair in his nose,
Yellow crust between his toes,
He's got veins on his thighs
That beer belly type of guy...
He is strong and powerful,
He made me feel so small,
He was going to **** me,
He wouldn't let me free,
He pressed his skin on mine,
I let out a loud cry.
No one could hear me,
No one saved me!
Stop.
I speak no more.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
He's got darkness in his eyes,
Like Jackson in disguise,
He's tall and wide,
Someone not easy to hide,
He's got dried out lips,
Lips you'd dread to kiss.
He's got black hair in his nose,
Yellow crust between his toes,
He's got veins on his thighs
That beer belly type of guy...
He is strong and powerful,
He made me feel so small,
He was going to **** me,
He wouldn't let me free,
He pressed his skin on mine,
I let out a loud cry.
No one could hear me,
No one saved me!
Stop.
I speak no more.
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