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Blow by Blow
Not everyone can understand the scars:
Their magic makes me feel almost complete;
Defying logic and the pain that mars,
The answers are, naturally, replete;
I may not understand just how my mind
Embraces all these needs and not just want;
But he is there and he is like to find
The answers very simply: spanking cunt;
His fashion is matter of fact; and these
Caned lines run on and lead to cunning runes,
That have been slashed on magically; seize
The day, he tells me: he never assumes
That I will understand; but I will know
Exactly what he needs, harsh blow by blow.
Their magic makes me feel almost complete;
Defying logic and the pain that mars,
The answers are, naturally, replete;
I may not understand just how my mind
Embraces all these needs and not just want;
But he is there and he is like to find
The answers very simply: spanking cunt;
His fashion is matter of fact; and these
Caned lines run on and lead to cunning runes,
That have been slashed on magically; seize
The day, he tells me: he never assumes
That I will understand; but I will know
Exactly what he needs, harsh blow by blow.
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