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Dec 03, 2007
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The Wait...
Dead calm screams shake my every fiber
Silence kills the nightmarish dreams of not
Scarlet nails rake the inner walls of this place
Leaving in their wake a need for that touch
Questionable desires?
I think not, love
The mood is right for a hellish round of us
Come into me darling...if you dare try
Stroke every succulent morsel till I'm parched
My blushing oyster opens only for your invasion
The foray you promise is surely to be my fall
Come oh sweet demise, with all myself I accept
Dagger find your wound…take my flesh!
— theladyblue, Dec 03, 2007
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DeWaal
18 years 6 months ago
Swept along
theladyblue
18 years 6 months ago
lucky me!!! hehe
DeWaal
18 years 6 months ago
It still revolves, said Galileo
meic
18 years 6 months ago
“feel free to knock me on
theladyblue
18 years 6 months ago
shame shame ; P