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| the slut |
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| by ^radical^ back to bloody poetry |
| you astound me with you features as you striptease in the dark silhouettes of perfect nature as you lure me in for lark as we drink red wine in silence lustful thoughts dart through my mind scenes of previous entertainment from some dirty slut your kind i proceed with fervernt ardour to explore your flesh and folds slowly conquering your body and the pleasure it beholds shattering our moral barriers not a brieze of grief or sorrow while we fuck both flesh and soul there shall be no tomorrow amidst all burning sensations our carnal passions seek relief void of any earthly worries troubles, sorrows, pain or grief |