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-the doom you desire

you will feel me      
when I've taken you hostage        
in my hundred-hand        
you're mine now grasp        
       
from behind        
       
a foreshadowing fog of lechery        
creeps from my gravel voice        
while nefarious lips        
tug at your lobes        
eliciting ambiguous murmurs        
that rapidly disenthrall        
animalistic debauchery        
       
constricting        
       
bated breath quivers        
diminish flailing limb struggle        
with each wiggle and squeal        
I grow more efficient        
at making you succumb        
to the doom        
you desire...  
 
-ed
Written by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
Published | Edited 2nd May 2022
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