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The Sex
She walked into this world,
Smiled, and parted her thighs,
Loving passion of death,
Burning the flesh to cinders,
Come to me,
Desire has weakened my spirit,
Her words have broken me,
Echos carry deep, dripping with the sex,
Be with me,
Pain and love are one,
The blood-soaked arousal of an evil servant,
The consumate act, the ultimate submission,
Fuck me,
And in the end it ...
Saturday 22nd August 2020 6:51 pm
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