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Deathbed - A Limerick
Her core rose up high then it swayed,
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.
Her salty well was broken,
No more words were spoken;
She sighed when he came with his blade.
In a dark deed of love gone amuck
His blade was a bit of bad luck.
Her mother would cry
For the daughter would die
On the night of her very last fuck.
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.
Her salty well was broken,
No more words were spoken;
She sighed when he came with his blade.
In a dark deed of love gone amuck
His blade was a bit of bad luck.
Her mother would cry
For the daughter would die
On the night of her very last fuck.
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A dark Limerick revealing a fantasy some have.
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