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Shackles of Being
With these blades, they cut flowers
a masochist as your shadow burns
like green olives seducing a martini
ripping the lace in front of my labia
in these glorious shackles of being
awaiting the crop of the unforgiving
and then comes the voyeurs
with paralyzed eyes painting my fetish
before the cock crows...
with these blades, they cut flowers
a masochist as your shadow burns
like green olives seducing a martini
ripping the lace in front of my labia
in these glorious shackles of being
awaiting the crop of the unforgiving
and then comes the voyeurs
with paralyzed eyes painting my fetish
before the cock crows...
with these blades, they cut flowers
Published 29th Jun 2024
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