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Click hereMind spinning
Neurons flashing
Heart beating
Unable to stop
Body thrusting
Muscles turgid
Breath halting
Ready to drop.
Cum is spurting
Chest is hurting
Pleasure becoming pain.
Partner laughing
Life is halting
On my last refrain.
Soon I’m fading
Eyes are going dim.
All is laughing
All is getting grim.
Now on this sexual bend,
All is pleasure and the end.
and that's because I'm an extreme person. I think death and fucking go well together. KILL me with SEX! I like it extreme. Well, I wouldn't really want to die during sex... it's just sounds cool to say. "He KILLED me! I was fucked to DEATH!"
Anyway, let me calm down and say good poem.
Oh, look at that. Your first name is Lucifer. Satan, Death and Sex. Okay, that may be a bit too much for Wicked Eve. :) Though, I do have this story I wrote 5 years ago about Eve and the snake in the garden of eden. That's how I met my Master. He saw the story online and emailed me. So, I suppose, I'm wicked enough for sex and Satan, but no death. There was no death in the story, only eternal damnation or something like that.