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Mascara Tears

Chasing me, begging me
Telling me that you�re soaked
Striping down, touching yourself
Leading you on, never letting you cum
Asking me, why?... I laughed
Thought of you as pathetic, so I left
Knowing that you�ll only seek me out

With hands bound, mouth gagged
Bent over with your ass exposed
I hit you, kicked you
Couldn�t tell me to stop
Never loved you, I fucked you
Punished your backside with my cock
Inflicted pain till I felt good and ready
Then stood up, raining jizz down like Christmas
Thinking maybe you finally had enough

�Reciting penance
Nailed to a cross
Hot wax
Public sex
Self harm
Maybe there�s truly no end to what gets you off
And that�s why you taunted this devil so

But you always came back to me
This time I felt I needed to push the limits
Stringing your neck up with a noose
Told me to kick the chair out from under you
So I did, watching that naked body flail about
Cutting you down right before meeting the great beyond
Watching those eyes cry mascara tears
Thinking maybe this time I gone too far
But you said it�s ok, told me to fuck the pain away
And I did while you bawled like a newborn

�Started to feel real bad
But then realized
No matter what I did
You always returned to me