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[aid] => mick
[title] => Decadent Seraph
[time] => 2005-09-22 17:00:35
[hometext] => Well..... I was aiming for something else, but I guess... subconsciously, I needed to let this out. ((Daddy... I think I love you... but I H.A.T.E. you more...))
[bodytext] => Sinful gratification, Hands are humid and beautiful with desire, As voluptuous limbs squeeze the sun with convulsive ecstasy, Faint traces of aromatic butterflies adorning inner thighs, And where can one shed their skin to die? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I see you... Violating me with your eyes.... Like roses made of whips and perfume.... Your eyelashes are licking my neck, Toxic breath of whiskey and something dying.... The old odor of semen radiating from your fingertips.... I can’t.....breathe...... Voracious lout, it was an innocent touch, Why do you insist that it was something more? You are triggered, pressing against my leg with fervor, )))))I’m quivering,((((( Like an autumn leaf whispering vagrant solitude, Weeping tears (only illusions) Absent of color, Black and white fantasies, And your gray lips leave a trail of dead kisses on my crimson skin... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~x~X~x~ I undressed in front of the mirror today ~x~X~x~ Curious fingers poke and prod, caress and fondle. I wonder what this button does... A.r.o.u.s.e.d. and Y.e.a.r.n.i.n.g. (((for any touch...))) ///Oh, filthy girl... Repulsive whore.../// What will the priest say when he sees your incandescent fingerprints decorating your body? ‘Ahhhh, depraved child, Undress for me... I am your mirror, Let me see your pretty little ****...’ ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Bad thoughts... Devil’s lust... Naughty girl... “I love you, mi vida... mi sol...” I know, Daddy... I know... Your hands love me, too... And your lips, and your ****... You adore your broken angel, As long as she is beneath you, And dying just a little more inside... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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