He pulls away and she is
Ragged, racked for breath
Ripped red shades as he
Stole away the tape so
Flawlessly placed on her
Painted wet lips now
Trembling mascara making
Marks through to her soul
Flowing down her face into
The pit of hell that's past her
Heart between her legs lying
Lost in the bed broken and
Bent beyond desires don't deny it
He says she wanted every moment of
Misery mistaken in the throes of
Taken Passion.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
He pulls away and she is
Ragged, racked for breath
Ripped red shades as he
Stole away the tape so
Flawlessly placed on her
Painted wet lips now
Trembling mascara making
Marks through to her soul
Flowing down her face into
The pit of hell that's past her
Heart between her legs lying
Lost in the bed broken and
Bent beyond desires don't deny it
He says she wanted every moment of
Misery mistaken in the throes of
Taken Passion.
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