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Aug 2010
I carried her into my house
And I didn't want to wake her
So I carefully ripped her blouse
And removed her rare fur.
I was hungry for pleasure
So I ripped everything else away,
Opened her up and loved her
The tears in my eyes eating me away.

Suddenly, I nearly jumped a mile
When she slowly opened her eyes
And she grunted and they grew wide
So I held her words inside.
Quickly, I showed her my fist
And she replied by softening up
I remember that I was ******
And stopped early, for I was drunk.

She thought her ride was done
And I could see she wanted more
For she was crying to the set sun
But I had none to give her
So I had her sit still and quiet
And went across the hall to
The kitchen, grabbed the knife
And came back to the dark room

The skin was begging for my bite
I decided I had to make it right
And her heart was velvet in the night
Her blood had a taste of great heights.
I was done now, and so was she
But the remnents were a sad sight
So I threw them in and let them freeze
And smelled her soul in the night.
Um... I'm not a ******. Just from the viewpoint of one.
Ryan Bowdish
Written by
Ryan Bowdish  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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