Heavenly HellHeavenly HellHeavenly Hell
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Harsh hypnotic eyes
The willing mind complies
Gaze lowered, illustrating respect
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Muffled ecstatic cries
Smothering, suffocating thighs
But no willing ear near to detect
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Blood thirsty pangs
Skin puncturing fangs
Erotic venom to forcibly inject
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Driven wild by desire
Wracked convulsion of
Mind Puddle - captured in textAhhh, rhyme, after rhyme, after rhyme....some tedious, some sublime.Mind Puddle - captured in text
But dog in a manger.....aren't we all....great or small, even the mighty - occasionally must fall...you give your all ...to inspire and enthrall...then after it all... you hear the call...but its not for you at all....so deeper you fall....and you pathetically crawl....then angry - you crave the brawl....with alarming swiftness you feel incredibly small.
Growls......'Dog in a manger'.....could you really attack that stranger....would you alert them to the danger....or focus on those that played ya?? You are what they made ya....said she would save ya....
Charitable DemiseI watch the clock ......going from tick...to tockCharitable Demise
All emotional engagement I block,
Closing my eyes to take stock,
Dark thoughts, like black sheep, around me flock.....
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Before me clueless cattle stray,
But no petty games I wish to play,
Demanding simply "Stay away",
So that submerged I can stay,
I hear you weakly bray,
With cold eyes I scan - such pitiful prey!
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My heart turns to ice
I told you I wasn't nice
Dont ignore such good advice
Using trust to entice
With sharp claws - throats i'll slice
MineShe lies spent before me, exhausted, vulnerable, satiated beyond her wildest dreams..... She is Mine. The demise of her greed......left only her utterances......echoing inside her mind....her mind now Mine.....of all complexity stripped bare.......now she flies....and she flies for Me. She is Mine.Mine
I study her breathing, her every movement, she is a part of me, an extension of my own flesh, of my very soul. My bright eyes now even more alive....soaking her in....my property, my prize, my muse....my girl.
The urge to cover her shivering body I quash, for her flesh dances to My tune, cold and relentless...but safe - I
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