a very sculptural experience
her eyes are half
closed and she loves his
dress ... the door just made a
retching vomiting noise like a screeching spook
nudging about for the muscle
and then a bit further in
so she could grip it
see how you like it
the deluded trance of pain
that taunts the music
with a razor scalpel fashioning
petals out of the flesh
and carve tattoos on you
while you lay on the floor you
look so cute when your hurt i could kick you
like a puppy
who says Neptune can't wear those
I have a black glove we could
play with
... gripping the duvet ...
so she was
jumping on his
stomp box with her Chelsea
boots when he takes off his high heel
turns it round and jabs it literally into her cheek
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