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Sep 2018
It started with friendly innocent chat
Like a magician pulling tricks from my hat
I opened my door of false pleasures
Over love, money, and the rarest of treasures
Like a spooky haunted house I held a surprise
Your so beautiful, your skin, hair, and those eyes
A serenade of love I softly sing from night into day
Knowing the winds will carry my feelings your way

Just like a sucker, I ****** you deep within
What my plans are, are beyond all and every sin
I look to the skies and smile because I know he doesn't exist
Madly laughing and taunting this date you shall not miss
Be here at five for a surprise before dinner is served at eight
Like a helpless naive lost little sheep wandering back home
Inviting you in with intoxicating drinks and **** to get you ******

Make yourself at home, relax, unwind, watch some tv
So excited she graciously smiles and thanks me
I reply with a cursed smile and replied "no, thank you" with a wink
Touching her soft skin I gladly pour her another drink
Its almost time to prepare the meal, would you like to help
So excited she says yes. Yes to her own demise and hell

The drinks finally set in as she helplessly falls to the floor
Dimming the lights and carefully locking all of the doors
Heaping her almost lifeless like body onto the kitchen table
Shaking with knives and tools, feeling quit unstable
I cut deep into her luscious thighs
So out of it, but she still manages to cry
Taking her slabs over to the frying pan
Season to taste I work with haste carefully using my ingenious hands, this beauty will not rot and waste

Glancing to clock, I still have plenty of time
Tonight at eight, you and I love, will finely dine
A little more flesh, a little more meat
You my dear are two weeks worth of white meat treats
Almost eight and nearly done on time and this meal is free
Its not me going deep into you, its you going deep into me

The date I ate at eight was magnificent indeed
Draining her of life and blood for two weeks I will feed
Packaging leftovers placed in the freezer nice and sealed
Back to the computer, patiently looking for my next meal
Kevin
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Kevin  37/M/Michigan
(37/M/Michigan)   
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   JL Smith
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