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the doom you desire

you will feel me  
when I've taken you hostage  
in my hundred hand    
you're mine now grasp  
   
from behind  
   
a foreshadowing fog of lechery  
creeps from my gravel voice  
while nefarious lips  
tug at your lobes  
eliciting ambiguous murmurs    
that rapidly disenthrall    
animalistic debauchery  
   
constricting    
   
bated breath quivers  
diminish flailing limb struggle  
with each wiggle and squeal  
I grow more efficient  
at making you succumb    
to the doom  
   
you desire
Written by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
Published | Edited 8th Jul 2014
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