Reality
You gave me an inch , but I road you a mile come lick the lips of my evil smile. I taste your
flesh I'm in your mind, Your back it cracks, hips they grind. I feel you pull away from me,
you may get loose, but your not free, your a white hot fire that comes, consuming me. I touched
you now I'm like a cold summer chill, on a hot winter night I get my fill. The desire for you,
your flesh on me, I'll make you feel my, reality.
james stevenson
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2008
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