masterpiece
By kissofdeath
Your opened body lies on my floor
I wipe my mouth, My tongue wants more,
To savor the last taste of you I close my eyes
And open my throat, extremely wide, I feel the crimson Silver drop
Slither down my throat,
My heart is awake and nerves have spoke.
I made such a mess, what am I to do,
Of your filthy body stuck like glue.
I’ve drained you like a pool,
And there’s nothing left,
But the thought of you in my mouth made my body wet.
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Copyright 2003 kissofdeath
Published on Wednesday, September 24, 2003.
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On Wednesday, September 24, 2003, angelunderneath
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very nice...I am impressed
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On Wednesday, September 24, 2003, SilentStalker
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You are so on my cool list. Screw the postcard...subscribe here. I'll read every one. -Darun