Oct 2013
My tongue becomes a surgical tool
With the precision of a scalpel.
I use it to slice him
down the middle.
He writhes in
pleasure
until
he
dies.
With the precision of a scalpel.
I use it to slice him
down the middle.
He writhes in
pleasure
until
he
dies.
(Florida)
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