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Cum Hither
Within your cunt I find solace
The lips and curls of your chaos have me throbbing at the core
The fetishest gasping amidst the nylon stocking of your voids
Veiled pleasentries amok in filth and grasping breasts I beg for more
Whispered words like whips to crack the flesh, an acolyte of sadist wantings
Do what thou wilt
I break you in
Softer circles never pleased me
Past torments guide us through this bitter sweet rendezvous
Two souls lost in carnal fugue
Tears of pain, pleasure and shame
All the same as the masochist laments sullen insides
Frevored bites and scratches offer me a hint of release
Not yet though, as a whores lips not worthy of my gift
The beatings and past brutalities led you here to my bed
The pathology of a damaged beauty
For darker fumblings in the dark have haunted and made you what you are
I forgive all
This game for you as much as I
Chaos entwined our altered souls
And yet the peices fit
Esoteric in our love
Taking me in you scream with relief
Within the pain your sorrow wilts
Like so many roses left to die after thorns peirce unsuspecting flesh
Cum to me and I too you
Do what thou wilt
And all is well
The lips and curls of your chaos have me throbbing at the core
The fetishest gasping amidst the nylon stocking of your voids
Veiled pleasentries amok in filth and grasping breasts I beg for more
Whispered words like whips to crack the flesh, an acolyte of sadist wantings
Do what thou wilt
I break you in
Softer circles never pleased me
Past torments guide us through this bitter sweet rendezvous
Two souls lost in carnal fugue
Tears of pain, pleasure and shame
All the same as the masochist laments sullen insides
Frevored bites and scratches offer me a hint of release
Not yet though, as a whores lips not worthy of my gift
The beatings and past brutalities led you here to my bed
The pathology of a damaged beauty
For darker fumblings in the dark have haunted and made you what you are
I forgive all
This game for you as much as I
Chaos entwined our altered souls
And yet the peices fit
Esoteric in our love
Taking me in you scream with relief
Within the pain your sorrow wilts
Like so many roses left to die after thorns peirce unsuspecting flesh
Cum to me and I too you
Do what thou wilt
And all is well
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