It Hurts To Flail You

it hurts to flail you on a hill stood her foot eyes of chill hairs of soot my wicked witch befalls all with her ***** and booty call i was one to face her gall and dungeon of nightly enthrall she bound me to ropes and ecstasy pills to cope two whites does tricks cure of night pokes and pricks my back whip lashed attacked and gashed the blood spurted out every thud i re-shouted i cried candle wax that fried wounds max i cried she kissed i defied her bliss smitten more whips and bitten with clips i re-cried more candle wax that fried more wounds max she eyes her prize between thighs as it rise i cringe her rough fringe of slough as she rode the train so bold without refrain on top she sang no stop from bang that night wore on crying sight eyes are gone mindless of pain and her bliss and gain duet again she shouted in vain as i pouted when done hurt and defiled i was stunned at how wild she became under surface flailing her game with purpose connie pachecho 2/9/17