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Wrestled to girl
I wrestled you down
Girl
Into woman
I grew your thoughts for you
Lifeless of the party
Monotone
You vacuum expression
And drain me,
Exhausted
Stop
I gave you emotions
Give me energy
Any kind just give
Give and give
I must drink
Always thirsty am I
But I drink for you
So what’s this lull in your throat
Dip in your tone
Crack?
No
You ...
Friday 13th October 2023 4:26 pm
I've Been Wrung
Lick your fingers
Every last bit
Bend over
Take the hardest hit
Now, burn
And let me watch
Crumble
On the spot
Twist yourself in knots
I want the final drop
Then,
Become dust
Collapse and shed
Until the last sparkle
Of my Queens head
Is spent
Until the last glimmer
Of her glitter
Has bled
You belong to me
I own your soul
That is how
You line
Every pocket
With gold
Friday 18th September 2020 9:44 am
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