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Hung upon every word Clinging to every vowel Each consonant a thrill A big word simply tingling Speak of the universe He became the centre The fixation of her purpose He could have looked like Quasimodo It wouldn't have mattered she wanted his brain The intelligence aroused her It filled the intellectual void Being seen with brains made her weak Weak with desire, hunting, stalling her prey The next to consume He oblivious to her twisted needs Believing she loved him She loved only his mind The rest, the *** the games ? All a part of the need Her symptomatic sapiophilic ritual She's out there now Listening... Waiting..... For her next mark
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sapiophilia
Hung upon every word Clinging to every vowel Each consonant a thrill A big word simply tingling Speak of the universe He became the centre The fixation of her purpose He could have looked like Quasimodo It wouldn't have mattered she wanted his brain The intelligence aroused her It filled the intellectual void Being seen with brains made her weak Weak with desire, hunting, stalling her prey The next to consume He oblivious to her twisted needs Believing she loved him She loved only his mind The rest, the *** the games ? All a part of the need Her symptomatic sapiophilic ritual She's out there now Listening... Waiting..... For her next mark
MichealWolf
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MichealWolf
English
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
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