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Desire
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that's where I found you
Sitting on my page
my mind filled with rage
My heart with desire
A burning inner fire
You remind me of her
Leaving my mind in a blur
Can't stop thinking about you
and the things I would do
Thoughts of your green eyes
the softness of your thighs
the taste of your lips
the shape of your hips
You share her face
and you replace
the thoughts of her in my mind
But you leave me in a bind
I can't get to you
Unfortunately, this is true
A poem for someone alive
The rest didn't survive
So much alike, almost twins
This is where my ritual begins
I want to have you bound
Gagged so you can't make a sound
I want to explore your bare skin
and explain to you my sin.
The mental torture is a must
and fuels my lust.
You would be on the bed
Your legs wide spread
I would cut away your underwear
Hoping you have pubic hair.
Somethings I require
as they fuel my desire
Your panties I need
Memories of my deed
A trophy if you will
Adds to the thrill
The hair adds to the charm
And I would cause you less harm
It makes you exact
and leads to the second act
Your pussy I would taste,
and your body would be embraced
I will stare into your green eyes
And will begin your demise
Deep within I will slide
Learning the pleasures of being inside
While strangling you with my hand
Forcing you to pass out like planned
But I am not done just yet
Not while you're good and wet.
I will turn you around
and plant you face down
Pull your ass in the air
Grab a hand full of hair
Pull you deeper onto me
knowing your begging to be free
Deep within I will leave my seed,
which means it's time for the deed
You will die from suffocation
Fueling a year of Masturbation
But it's those green eyes
That would give me a prize
I would get to see your soul
But this deed takes it's toll
would need time to recover
So I would cuddle with my lover
You're body would never be found
as it would be resting under ground
In place for eternal rest.....
that's where I found you
Sitting on my page
my mind filled with rage
My heart with desire
A burning inner fire
You remind me of her
Leaving my mind in a blur
Can't stop thinking about you
and the things I would do
Thoughts of your green eyes
the softness of your thighs
the taste of your lips
the shape of your hips
You share her face
and you replace
the thoughts of her in my mind
But you leave me in a bind
I can't get to you
Unfortunately, this is true
A poem for someone alive
The rest didn't survive
So much alike, almost twins
This is where my ritual begins
I want to have you bound
Gagged so you can't make a sound
I want to explore your bare skin
and explain to you my sin.
The mental torture is a must
and fuels my lust.
You would be on the bed
Your legs wide spread
I would cut away your underwear
Hoping you have pubic hair.
Somethings I require
as they fuel my desire
Your panties I need
Memories of my deed
A trophy if you will
Adds to the thrill
The hair adds to the charm
And I would cause you less harm
It makes you exact
and leads to the second act
Your pussy I would taste,
and your body would be embraced
I will stare into your green eyes
And will begin your demise
Deep within I will slide
Learning the pleasures of being inside
While strangling you with my hand
Forcing you to pass out like planned
But I am not done just yet
Not while you're good and wet.
I will turn you around
and plant you face down
Pull your ass in the air
Grab a hand full of hair
Pull you deeper onto me
knowing your begging to be free
Deep within I will leave my seed,
which means it's time for the deed
You will die from suffocation
Fueling a year of Masturbation
But it's those green eyes
That would give me a prize
I would get to see your soul
But this deed takes it's toll
would need time to recover
So I would cuddle with my lover
You're body would never be found
as it would be resting under ground
In place for eternal rest.....
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