The thirst was gripping,
His will was slipping,
A fix would sort him out,
A female ******
This genius surgeon,
To this faith, he is devout.
The moon shows up,
He drains his cup,
And enters into the night,
The wait seems longer,
He has time to ponder,
How he'll use his doctors knife.
And, look, he sees her,
His need is like fever,
He must be careful now,
Her drunken laughter,
He follows after,
And wipes his sweaty brow.
A sweep so quick,
And just a *****
Her neck leaks blood, so slowly,
His eyes close up,
His ego shows up,
Mountjoy leaves temporarily.
Here stands a monster,
Who pounced upon her,
climactic satisfaction,
His work plans grow,
He intends to show,
These girls, are, but a fraction...
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
The thirst was gripping,
His will was slipping,
A fix would sort him out,
A female ******
This genius surgeon,
To this faith, he is devout.
The moon shows up,
He drains his cup,
And enters into the night,
The wait seems longer,
He has time to ponder,
How he'll use his doctors knife.
And, look, he sees her,
His need is like fever,
He must be careful now,
Her drunken laughter,
He follows after,
And wipes his sweaty brow.
A sweep so quick,
And just a *****
Her neck leaks blood, so slowly,
His eyes close up,
His ego shows up,
Mountjoy leaves temporarily.
Here stands a monster,
Who pounced upon her,
climactic satisfaction,
His work plans grow,
He intends to show,
These girls, are, but a fraction...
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