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she listens to Him as if His words can actually define her and He uses her as if she is actually His property she lets Him because she loves Him and He lets her diminish He only needs her when He is sad or lonely or tired or ***** or hungry she knows this she can feel His selective love deep in the beds of her nails as they run down his back she knows He only wants her 'beautiful lips' wrapped around his 'needing cock' and she feels like if she can give Him even slight relief her purpose will be fulfilled because that... He told her that He looks at her and He knows she knows He knows His grip on her is being loosened just like His grip on her hair and it doesn't take long for both of them to turn their backs their hearts their minds on each other until He reaches back out wraps His warm all encompassing hands around her long soft neck while fear rushes through her mind heart down to her fingertips she also feels the addictive shake of His voice growling in her ear again again again 'that's My girl'
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
that's My girl
she listens to Him as if His words can actually define her and He uses her as if she is actually His property she lets Him because she loves Him and He lets her diminish He only needs her when He is sad or lonely or tired or ***** or hungry she knows this she can feel His selective love deep in the beds of her nails as they run down his back she knows He only wants her 'beautiful lips' wrapped around his 'needing cock' and she feels like if she can give Him even slight relief her purpose will be fulfilled because that... He told her that He looks at her and He knows she knows He knows His grip on her is being loosened just like His grip on her hair and it doesn't take long for both of them to turn their backs their hearts their minds on each other until He reaches back out wraps His warm all encompassing hands around her long soft neck while fear rushes through her mind heart down to her fingertips she also feels the addictive shake of His voice growling in her ear again again again 'that's My girl'
I'm feeling a bit used. I'm feeling like a user. I'm feeling lost, scared, and a plethora of other negative emotions. I'm trying to read poetry to find some purpose. I'm trying to sleep more, sleep better. I'm trying to listen to music that doesn't keep me stuck. I'm trying. I am failing.
LunaMoth
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
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