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You'll forget the day when you began to feel bent out of shape.
That same motion you breathe out
Is being forced right back into you
Everything you learned, and was taught commits suicide and something else kicks in. But..,.What?
What is it ?
Why don't I feel as bad as I did before?
Really doesn't seem like it really matters anymore it kind of gives my body that venturous feeling That I can't control anymore, but now I must have it, have her.
I feel as if the heavens and the hells come together to earth and created this inhumane subject. Why I say subject? I'm having that curiosity to just explore for now. Her face god her fucking face its so goddamn profane its pure, but I can't stop staring at her face .
She's sensing that I'm attracted and she play and goes hard. My nights are so unsettle all I want to do is be inside her presence. This existence is overwhelming my body like an belligerent STD full of hate fervently taking over and shutting everything down.
The angel of death circles my house trying to make a clear landing until her face lingers in front of mines..
That was my moment there was no turning back I kiss suck, bite, push, and moan taking all of her innocents until I heard a knock, I opened the door..shook his hand, and left....
Written by KrumblingCookie
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