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Feb 2018
come to me
I am death
lotsa kisses
take your breath

tiger ****
the darkest hiss
will you dance
and sway your hips

your made for this
on your knees
a pretty knife
what a tease

wait not
for *****'s embrace
your legs spread
scores razors trace

will you smile
and say ooooow
another please
take me true

while we lick
you bend and writhe
across the mouth
a slow bleeds stride

serpents cry
let death grow
take me hard
a sweet cold glow

more you weep
one last blink
strangled sweet
a vortex sink

switch blades tongue
licks you deep
darkness comes
death is steep

pretty you
now its done
heels over head
sugar blood spun
death *** explicit adult
zebra
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     ---, Lora Lee, Cné and Mack
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