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A Pain Everyone Can Enjoy
Thine mind falters ‘cross thee blades. Smokeless heat unsheathed today, Languishes and bleeds. Passionate Seeds soaked in time Breathe in convulsions in…. You blindly smile and close your eyes. In shock you’ve become mine. Euphoric anesthetic pleases…. Making you cry is such a delight. Deathly, Am I? Fair play is sheer fun. Put your arms ‘round my throat. Throbbing struggle come hence forth To make me feel and fade. Rock me thin until breath wears short. Loath comes easy and doth not fail. Love and hate me; Show no shame. Oh, How pleasingly you came… Inside your soul, Beneath your flesh, The truth be told about our merriment, A ghost’s adultery. A lust no less than our lives consoles your beating heart As I feel your breasts. Tricky, Yes, Life is why I came. Punishment, So relevant, It’s apart of you. Clutching hands onto I, The nails break through the… Skin so soft, From your body, It’s my possession. Your soul so pure, It’s my redemption. The pounding grinds and haunting moans Serenade the night beguiled. All the while, The pains still fresh and turns love into insanity. Cut away and flirt with the blade. Kiss the cold until it’s hot. Gushing life, It’s what you crave. It’s a pain with such delight, Something everyone can enjoy.
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