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Dripping with dark obsessions
I see it in your eyes
Your dripping with dark obsessions
Thoughts of unholy desires
Like my face in your liquid crevice
Flesh was made to be broken
And your orifices to be filled
Placed on an altar of marble
Legs spread begging to be drilled
Like a single oppressive mass
A voracious nocturnal beast
We riot in eachothers flesh
Like a starved animal during a feast
I thrust into your velvet darkness
Erotic screams escape your lips
Clear wet tendrils flowing outward
From the center of your hips
Ten thick grooves carving lengthwise
Down the fleshy expanse of my back
As we tear rend and draw
From the boundless garden of chains and straps
As im probing you to multiple climax
It starts to sear me with its heat
Cuz the thrusts become more vigorous
With the raw smacking of meat to meat
While im plunging deeper inside you
Swelling with pleasure from each strike
Our hands grasping eachothers throats
Till our knuckles become pure white
Now were engulfed with pleasure and pain
A place where time has no meaning
Where the only reality is the passion
From the essence of love we both have streaming
Your dripping with dark obsessions
Thoughts of unholy desires
Like my face in your liquid crevice
Flesh was made to be broken
And your orifices to be filled
Placed on an altar of marble
Legs spread begging to be drilled
Like a single oppressive mass
A voracious nocturnal beast
We riot in eachothers flesh
Like a starved animal during a feast
I thrust into your velvet darkness
Erotic screams escape your lips
Clear wet tendrils flowing outward
From the center of your hips
Ten thick grooves carving lengthwise
Down the fleshy expanse of my back
As we tear rend and draw
From the boundless garden of chains and straps
As im probing you to multiple climax
It starts to sear me with its heat
Cuz the thrusts become more vigorous
With the raw smacking of meat to meat
While im plunging deeper inside you
Swelling with pleasure from each strike
Our hands grasping eachothers throats
Till our knuckles become pure white
Now were engulfed with pleasure and pain
A place where time has no meaning
Where the only reality is the passion
From the essence of love we both have streaming
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