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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Darkness is he, soulless totally It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone *~* Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold *~* Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen *~* To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be *~* Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre *~* Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms So different when she stood before him, all in alarm *~* Tailored they are not, such a difference in size This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire *~* Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell *~*
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