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Your two eyes of blue with moons of black, transform into demons for all who attempt to slither inside. Each pretty woman who takes the chance: beware as you will transform into a restless demon, and bring upon your own demise. Within these glass covered mirrors the world inverts; the lovely admirer's attentions are only abated, as the demon comes out to ****** darts and hurt. Unashamed of his actions, only to pretend sorrow. This vile creature awaits silently to attack. Is it trickery or twist of mind, why the pretense and courtesies offered, if in the end the outcome is to waiver then attack. So I sit and stare into those wonderfully crafted holes. Where kindness abounds, and suddenly find peace and happiness there, unaware of when the demon shall unfold.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
My Possessed Lover
Your two eyes of blue with moons of black, transform into demons for all who attempt to slither inside. Each pretty woman who takes the chance: beware as you will transform into a restless demon, and bring upon your own demise. Within these glass covered mirrors the world inverts; the lovely admirer's attentions are only abated, as the demon comes out to ****** darts and hurt. Unashamed of his actions, only to pretend sorrow. This vile creature awaits silently to attack. Is it trickery or twist of mind, why the pretense and courtesies offered, if in the end the outcome is to waiver then attack. So I sit and stare into those wonderfully crafted holes. Where kindness abounds, and suddenly find peace and happiness there, unaware of when the demon shall unfold.
larem-delight
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
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