bloodcell
By royalorange
a million cents buys your fragrance rub it into the body on all fours gagged in reverence upon me wrapped like a noose sex blood cosmetics of bonded slave in passion trapped i give it to you like that bestiality carnal chaos of Sodom gore i swing stiffly like a hanging corpse broken in thirst branded with scorn i love it when thrown down cursed i build a ladder of your scars and climb on every rung oil slick marked back tires foul and loose 12 years spread like mange with streaks of sin and cruelty blasphemy with penetration our positions exchange this meat your only reality scabs itch lips drip make it all fit with all your might up squealing to shove filled with a morbid mans cream lubed to fit like a glove cut more than the seam burning ache of bleeding love spread out before me to stain red this white feather dove Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 01:01 PM PST 0 • 16
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"a million cents buys your fragrance..."