little whip (ninvampiress) wrote in modern_slackers,
little whip

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blood encrusts his nails
would you listen to his tales
describes the woman's scream
more vivid than your wetest dream
each erotic case
each and every sinful taste
will always linger on his tongue
as he devours precious young
eats them whole and full of fire
leaving him with more desire
laps it up until he's done
spreads some blood for a little fun
slaps her once and sends her home
so he can spend the night alone
fantasy drips from every pore
each second leaving him wanting more
stores the cuffs beneath the bed
wipes the tears of yearn he shed
dries blood and sweat off of his brow
restless till tomorrow's prowl
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