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Throw me in the furnace, i just wanna feel your fire

Strobe light masturbation matrix
she was a stern dishwater blonde mistress
could of been a boxing brunette

perky firm Nazi breasts
exposed from hell's fire
wearing that Allgemeine cap correct

in front of a bathroom double mirror
lying on marble vanity tops
ready and waiting in the darkness that ensued
stop motion picture

beautiful creature
pulling panties to the side
dropping hands
on pulsing shafts

an 8mm porno flick
raring to roll
igniting nitrate film
she was a burning
German temperature thoroughbred

black wet latex
lick me like you did those other boys
tetherball pole at recess
squirt when you stick me in

gush when you pull me out
as your muscles contract
i'll handcuff you into suspended animation

pull an angry fist full of hair
as i slap your sculpted face
rouge cheeks
vampires kiss red

thighs for days you throw your hungry hips into
lustrous legs that pay the landlord rent
lap up your liquid when i'm told too with malevolence
on all fours fingering

stroke me till we both can't sit still
tensing up
put you in the leather swing
i'll let you have the steering wheel

with split me in half eyes
rough me up cigar smoke burns so sweet
spit on me from those tall high heels
get gussied up for our all day thrills

Ava von Holocaust
stand me back in line
back of mouth tongue
strip us down to succulence
and make us what you will

be my fantasy
sling me in your chamber of Love
barbwire lipstick
got me breathing oil slick

be my fantasy
won't you teach me how to dirty sweat
3rd reich Fräulein
hand grenade of cum

moan when you talk
SS black uniform on
assertive yet submissive
we'll be grunting in the mornings long

feminine power stance
she'll keep us wide awake
hair pinned back 40's style
we'll see how much whipping you can take

Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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