Submissions by HopelesslyDevoted (Rene Anderson)
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Gorge, Vent, Shit, Sleep. All in a day's work.
lost love II
I remember that day
bright as can be.
We kissed but you didn't
know it was me.
Hating you the more
I stood there.
You hurt me
stupid fuck.
Though young and
loving
I wrap my hands
'round your throat.
You cried but
I never stopped.
I remember that day
bright as your tears.
We fought but I didn't
know how to stop.
Hurting you the way
you did me.
He fucked you
I know.
Though ignorant and
miscarried
I can't help but
to love you.
I think back on that day in 08'
and smile.
That was the...
bright as can be.
We kissed but you didn't
know it was me.
Hating you the more
I stood there.
You hurt me
stupid fuck.
Though young and
loving
I wrap my hands
'round your throat.
You cried but
I never stopped.
I remember that day
bright as your tears.
We fought but I didn't
know how to stop.
Hurting you the way
you did me.
He fucked you
I know.
Though ignorant and
miscarried
I can't help but
to love you.
I think back on that day in 08'
and smile.
That was the...
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lost love I
Tie me up with rope on the captain's port,
salty film to my skin time to lick it off.
Hardened candy apple lips glissen for your kiss,
I'll wait forever if that's what it takes.
Spread the knees and inject hot flesh,
intent to tear open with the softest of hands.
Rigid faces of pure imagery push their heads back,
vibrating pleasure rocks up and down my hips.
Dance along the tango with my body in your arms,
legs around you getting wet stains across the floor.
There's no such thing as a love life anymore,
only burning passion and thrusting...
salty film to my skin time to lick it off.
Hardened candy apple lips glissen for your kiss,
I'll wait forever if that's what it takes.
Spread the knees and inject hot flesh,
intent to tear open with the softest of hands.
Rigid faces of pure imagery push their heads back,
vibrating pleasure rocks up and down my hips.
Dance along the tango with my body in your arms,
legs around you getting wet stains across the floor.
There's no such thing as a love life anymore,
only burning passion and thrusting...
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our country loves you
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