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A sadists lust 2/3/04
How does it feel when you draw the blade
Slowly and even so gently down my neck?
When you slide your tongue up the line of blood so sweet;
Up to where our crimson lips meet.
And you look into the eyes of demise- do you lust?
Fingertip by fingertip
You inch your way down to claw at my thighs making music of moans and soft sighs.
Aroused by the sounds of death;
Sucking away at my every last breath.
