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Horrified Moans
Rip out my heart,
squeeze me through your calloused fingers.
I know, you have already been pained.
I walk fast,
wondering if you're really there.
An illusion,
everything is fake.
Petulant screams and odorous shrieks.
Let me ask you,
can you speak?
No, I have already destroyed you enough as it is.
It is more than enough to satisfy at least just once.
I want to see you hurting,
see you bruised with red and blue on sheen white.
Make you gasp,
moan with horrified pleasure.
Bodies sweaty, sticky and wet,
let's glide against each other.
Fast and slow, pain after pain
until you're sore and black.
I want to make you scream.
Rip out my heart,
squeeze me through your calloused fingers.
I know, you have already been pained.
I walk fast,
wondering if you're really there.
An illusion,
everything is fake.
Petulant screams and odorous shrieks.
Let me ask you,
can you speak?
No, I have already destroyed you enough as it is.
It is more than enough to satisfy at least just once.
I want to see you hurting,
see you bruised with red and blue on sheen white.
Make you gasp,
moan with horrified pleasure.
Bodies sweaty, sticky and wet,
let's glide against each other.
Fast and slow, pain after pain
until you're sore and black.
I want to make you scream.
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