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Five and Now Nine
My dream sprang a trap with the dark
screaming thirst with a nightmare
as your fingers stroked my
engorged cock
at first there was five and now nine
then my throb pleased your pleasures
dripping from lips of sin as I lay bled
and slept galloping with the dead...
the Bard of Gothic gore
screaming thirst with a nightmare
as your fingers stroked my
engorged cock
at first there was five and now nine
then my throb pleased your pleasures
dripping from lips of sin as I lay bled
and slept galloping with the dead...
the Bard of Gothic gore
Published 16th Aug 2022
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