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That smell
By ashottothetemple
That smell pouring from your fingers
Its so putrid, it's so demeaning
Not in the least ladylike
It smells like death and rotten apples
Wiped from between oue legs
Combining our stenches into one rot
Its like bleach and ocean white fish
God didn't create this stench
Satan would have fainted at our smell
Two sweat stained pairs of underwear
Sit in a [pile] Growing moldy
Swipe my fingers across your lips
How does that taste you sick fuck?
I wont dare taste you after this
After the things you've done
Just to get off for one last time
Enjoy it Ill never let you touch me a/ga/in
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Copyright 2004 spirett
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On Wednesday, May 16, 2007, capt_funguy
(778)
wrote:
you're a fuckin' riot ... funguy
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A former member wrote:
very descriptive bro...nice work :)
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A former member wrote:
thats something disturbingly cool about this poem very good write
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On Sunday, November 21, 2004, K_Love
(525) wrote:
I can almost smell it from here. Hatred yes and anger. I really felt your emotions in this one. ~Kirsten~
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A former member wrote:
Ahh, yes...filled to the brim with hatred & lewdness, quite the captivating read. Deliciously sickening. =)
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