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rest gentle leech, belly distended
from happy successful gorging nestle here near the hearth invertebrate parasite enjoy your blissful repose until the Medicine Man needs your thin saliva again to drain a little more lifeforce from overindulgent wealthy patrons and patronesses until then, lick your lips |
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Powerful! Nice writes!
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 04/15/08 11:05 AM
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satan says, everyone should have a
prize possession i shall sell you this for your folly you will never have it you will never control it your reward is to dwell here a prison of your own making with bars of your own cash and streams of your own coins i ask you take pride in what what the last forefather made? where is your contribution where does your blood intermingle with rain? where does your body sift through my hands? i look everywhere but you are not here yet your time shall come when your bones will be scattered by coyotes only to melt into your possession blended with worthless paper and nickel at last you will be able to say i have you now |
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peace bro, thank u for ur cool replys and great poems
jimmy (back to you, bro) |
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BRAVO again these are awesome by all great writes
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perfume of youthful bleeding
enlivens the atmosphere strong hearts power best hydraulics and small pinholes produce high velocity red jets stand near my atomizer bless yourself with the warm aroma which calls excited carnivores ravenous to taste this essence of limbic need my love |
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nice
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open up i tell you
i am so very thirsty now cold i tell you my heat is drained away can i have a drink? please i beg you these sips will not satisfy i need to swallow large draughts this summer quaff myself at your spring |
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Drink
Draught Immortality of Life |
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into these eyes
gone goodbye the longer i look the farther i find a path to nowhere where i want to be absent and missing without you without me within us mouths crying into each other sweating dripping all over each other tightening arms straining legs concentration and purpose locking gaze moment of emptiness let me in drained |
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Twirling her hair
Looking coy He stares raptly As she licks her lips slowly Enticing him , entrancing him Staring at him now with her bewitching eyes of blue She beckons him with a crook of her finger As if in a trance he goes to her Seeing no one else in the room but her He reaches for her hand as he loses himself in her eyes Lips meet, tongues collide, temperatures rise Swiftly they rise, leaving the room full of people Alone, in the darkened wood, pawing and panting Clothing being ripped and shredded, nails raking down flesh Grunts, sighs,moans fill the air, thighs gripped around his Pulling him in deeper and harder, she howls into the night His hairs raise up in fright, her powerful arms locked around him tightly Pulling him closer and closer, her lips upon his throat Her teeth sinking into his jugular, feeding frenzy ensues As she climaxes with him deep inside her as his life ebbs away |
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Oga, buga
((((((Slow))))))) |
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Tue 07/08/08 01:21 PM
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Darkness...
from the darkness there's no sound unquiet emptiness isolation i feel you presence hear your nothingness see your blackness full round and soft your soulless haunting unnerves my solitude my repose rejuvenating silence leave me alone i long to be done away with you peaceful path of night time lead me away insensible to where dreams live incorporeal vanishing reverie confinement without restraint at the stormfront border cold heaven hot hell |
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AWESOME!!!
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Great Writes. The second stanza made me think of Sir Mix Alot. Something is going on with my laptop or I would have copied and pasted the song; Big Buts.
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Great Writes. The second stanza made me think of Sir Mix Alot.... 1-800-mix-a-lot |
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Satan says....
Dance. Dance the dance of death.... Shift burning feet closer. This heat consumes the very flesh That holds the heat of desire. Come, sweet one, sear yourself Rent your outer skin aflame. Dance the dance of death.... Succumb to oblivion To ash, and coals Smoulder within this arms Come sweet one, sear yourself. Dance the dance of death with me. |
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