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As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards Moist salt pumping eagerly in Part of him missing Part of her gained As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy She is happy Tense and loosened by their shared ****** Ripping Ripping Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I Rip myself left from right Rip myself logic from left Pounding flesh into stone, slow Steady pounding, rhythmic So rigid the hot blood in this chest Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal **** She is happy The lier will lie with him no more no more with me Death is not destructive enough for thee For I am the selfless I am in love.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
The Freedom of the Trap
As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards Moist salt pumping eagerly in Part of him missing Part of her gained As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy She is happy Tense and loosened by their shared ****** Ripping Ripping Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I Rip myself left from right Rip myself logic from left Pounding flesh into stone, slow Steady pounding, rhythmic So rigid the hot blood in this chest Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal **** She is happy The lier will lie with him no more no more with me Death is not destructive enough for thee For I am the selfless I am in love.
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comunicationaryshapes
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
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