Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Deflowered soul


Dream of cum
Down my tongue
Turns to blood
Feeds my flood
Suck it in
Absolve my sin

Whisper bell
Tells ‘bout hell
Turmoil me
I fly by free
What you think
Makes me sink

Hating you
That’s what’s true
Biting deep
Sliding steep
Rushing down…

That’s my crown.

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