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Cursed
You close your eyes as you whisper, softly saying my name.
Clawing at my back like a werewolf whose about to make her change.
Sharply thrusting inside of you, moaning as if I'm the one in pain.
Tugging at your hair like a vampire sucking on your vein.
Call a witch doctor! I feel the curse setting in my brain.
As your perfume fills the air and the candle light dances with it's own flame.
Clawing at my back like a werewolf whose about to make her change.
Sharply thrusting inside of you, moaning as if I'm the one in pain.
Tugging at your hair like a vampire sucking on your vein.
Call a witch doctor! I feel the curse setting in my brain.
As your perfume fills the air and the candle light dances with it's own flame.
Published 4th Oct 2024
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