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Candied Cunts

Candied cunts and perfect dreams.
Transmission death,
                 and whipped through schemes.
                                   Stop!
  Can't you see it?
  Those chocolate filled creams.
Delicious on flesh,
              licked from the skin.
  Sheer clothes...
      Sheets thin...
   Devilish disaster,
         a yummy sin!
    ...The blood...
             it drips from my lips...
   You lay back on the bed...
In your eyes a euphoric
glaze.
  ...Hot...
     ...Needy...
        Sweaty skin, molded
together as one...
               Slut!
  They scream at you as
you leave his house.
            Smut!
They burn down the house, but
he's not there.
   Grinning,
        You walk away,
            ignoring their chants,
      licking your lips,
                   unzipping your
pants...
    Rounding the corner to
his secret place.
     His sexuality greets you.
    engulfs you...
              Smothers you to his
  bed...
           He hovers above you.
               "Bite the pillow."
Deeply...
        Nestled inside...
                  He's in your head...

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