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The Mattress Bleeds

“The Mattress Bleeds”


One more down with more to go.
This woman in my bed.
A night of such incredible lust.
The mattress must be fed.

I will come to you.
You will come to me.
Let us drink and chat a while.
You are sure to become inebriated
and that gives me a smile.

Let me take you home tonight.
Let us make love and then soon sleep.
Come morning brings you breakfast in bed
then I will watch you scream and weep.

Soon you are shackled in my bed.
I laugh seeing your fear.
I torcher you in many ways
then make you disappear.

My wood chipper is hungry.
It waits for number five.
Scream and scream loud as you can
until you are no longer alive.

And now you are gone.
The mattress bleeds in sweet remembrance of you.
Yes, you were great and I will wait.
Number six awaits me too.


--msl2025
Written by michaelslove2 (Michael S. Love)
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