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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 07/01/2002
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you come in and i wake
you tear through me and i scream

your everywhere i go
inside me pulsing in heat

you make me scream
im in a wet dream

you tear at my skin
make me cry within

i buckle ontop
you squirm underneath

my chest will rise
your best suprise

damnit i hate this momment
when you hold me down

you take inside and you turn my world upside down

you make me say things i dont want to say
i know you
i know your game

i know the shit thats happened
i know the truth
the real you
you spray over me like a soda being opened

you spurt in waves as you growl

im under you and suckling you

your hard massive organ shriveling to the truth

you lean into me and we kiss

that i dont miss


you lay beside me and i laugh

it wasnt big enough for that

you look at me again and i smile

your nothing to me

you dick isnt what will make me smile


but you come into my room
night after night

you enter my mind and make me stutter

you chill my bones and then cook me from the inside out

you toss me around like a rag doll

you burn me inside and make me taste you

damnit
jab me stab me
push me pull me

you smell of beer

i smell of rose

we mingle together
your cock in me hard

im moaning your screaming

im dying
your leaving

damnit push me
pull me
jab me stab me

make me bleed

inside im crying
outside im dying

you leave in the morning
im bent and broken in my bed
wishing i was dead

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