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a starvation fit.. for a sick Queen
stay the night
let
me
confess
can i?
will you
take my fixation
to
feed me
salvation
a starvation fit
for a sick
queen..
shall i
set the scene...
late night
dim light
prepare yourself
i tend to bite
then pretend
i wanna fight
blind fold
choke hold
keeps me
from screaming "No"
wet lips
death grip
blood drips
for
a pleasure trip
perfect fit
now whisper how you
love this bitch...
hello?
where'd you go..
once again ..
i'm left alone
let
me
confess
can i?
will you
take my fixation
to
feed me
salvation
a starvation fit
for a sick
queen..
shall i
set the scene...
late night
dim light
prepare yourself
i tend to bite
then pretend
i wanna fight
blind fold
choke hold
keeps me
from screaming "No"
wet lips
death grip
blood drips
for
a pleasure trip
perfect fit
now whisper how you
love this bitch...
hello?
where'd you go..
once again ..
i'm left alone
Published 19th Apr 2013
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19th Apr 2013 1:52pm
30th Apr 2013 4:45pm
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yeah.. pretty much what RT said
this is a LARGE write for such a small piece
thought it was real sexy and interesting (at least to me) the way it melted into a single tear
good stuff
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19th Apr 2013 4:03pm
20th Apr 2013 11:00am
You tend to bite...... You promise?? :D I could love a bitch like this lol
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- Edited 15th May 2018 5:35pm
23rd Apr 2013 7:37pm
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