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What the hell

Its darkness all around
not a ray of light
the creepy crawlies slither over and under
the sticky, slimy, smelly dirt sticks
where sharp rocks poke
and scorpions sting
hot, hard rod chokes the throat
for that insatiable hunger in the hell.

That's hell
And that is also how I feel under you.
Written by BigBlackCherry
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