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Tomorrow I will kick your Ass
Water drips , as a dense vapor
smears everything in sight
smells of dirty
aluminum.
Your face, peering at me,
from the thorny hedge-row
where the air, is salty.
Sea breeze chokes me.
head first I lurch into the wet
soil that transudes piss.
Brambles and berrie vines slicing
through my skin like sharp grass.
Dripping drops of fresh blood that
tastes somewhat beautiful to me
I see you again through gray-rain
luring me closer with your daring grin
tempting me to seek vengeance.
Mud smells like shit as I face plant
Yet again
ill save my energy for another day
turning to retreat, you stand before
me
Moonlight on your darkened flesh
creating shadows on the bloody sidewalk
Towering over me I reach under your
long black overcoat grabbing a handful
Of your half hard cock
That look I get when I help myself
The ones that tell
me I will be receiving
A strong reprimand
Tossing me over your shoulder smacking
my ass with your free hand
We head home
I hear you laugh under your breath \
as you carry me to our hovel to
bathe defeat from my skin
before my punishment
Tomorrow I will kick your ass
smears everything in sight
smells of dirty
aluminum.
Your face, peering at me,
from the thorny hedge-row
where the air, is salty.
Sea breeze chokes me.
head first I lurch into the wet
soil that transudes piss.
Brambles and berrie vines slicing
through my skin like sharp grass.
Dripping drops of fresh blood that
tastes somewhat beautiful to me
I see you again through gray-rain
luring me closer with your daring grin
tempting me to seek vengeance.
Mud smells like shit as I face plant
Yet again
ill save my energy for another day
turning to retreat, you stand before
me
Moonlight on your darkened flesh
creating shadows on the bloody sidewalk
Towering over me I reach under your
long black overcoat grabbing a handful
Of your half hard cock
That look I get when I help myself
The ones that tell
me I will be receiving
A strong reprimand
Tossing me over your shoulder smacking
my ass with your free hand
We head home
I hear you laugh under your breath \
as you carry me to our hovel to
bathe defeat from my skin
before my punishment
Tomorrow I will kick your ass
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