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She's magnetic. I am a washer, Pulled in by her. I am awash With want. She's turned me desperate, Starved animal. I was so forlorn She felt guilty. Her eyes strained to see me, Sad sap. I'm not in love, I'm insane. Possessed by some succubus. Tapped into my carnal flaw. How could a demon Smell so sweet? Harmless sin. Blameless craving. She carried salvation to me In her hands. Her mouth. She baptized my body. I am reborn Wicked as ever. Skin wet. Eyes open. Every nerve aching For her. I am made by her. For her. I am succumbed to her. To her spider hands, And her rotten mouth, Her allure. I am helpless to her charms, And I'm growing weaker every day. Then she left. She made me Vulnerable. It hurt. But she was To die for.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Succubus
She's magnetic. I am a washer, Pulled in by her. I am awash With want. She's turned me desperate, Starved animal. I was so forlorn She felt guilty. Her eyes strained to see me, Sad sap. I'm not in love, I'm insane. Possessed by some succubus. Tapped into my carnal flaw. How could a demon Smell so sweet? Harmless sin. Blameless craving. She carried salvation to me In her hands. Her mouth. She baptized my body. I am reborn Wicked as ever. Skin wet. Eyes open. Every nerve aching For her. I am made by her. For her. I am succumbed to her. To her spider hands, And her rotten mouth, Her allure. I am helpless to her charms, And I'm growing weaker every day. Then she left. She made me Vulnerable. It hurt. But she was To die for.
amanda-newby
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
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