MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

Monthly Archives: October 2015

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I ALWAYS COME BACK, LIKE CRAWLING ON MY KNEES, PLEASE….

NO MORE…NOW, IT’S MY RULES, LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME….

JUST YOU AND I…COULD BE YOUR UNDOING….

I COULD MAKE YOU CRAZED, DAZED FOR DAYS…..

BREATHE, RELAX, ALTER SPEAKS CONTORTS, OUT

OF SORTS…….

CLENCH YOUR FISTS YOU BITCH, SNARL, TEETH GNARLED, SUCH

A DELIGHT TO SPLIT YOUR PERSONALITIES…..

YOU THINK YOU HAD ME……NO, AFRAID NOT!

EYES BATTING PRETTY, INNOCENCE STAINING, MORPHING IN

POSSESSION….

BLOOD BETWEEN MY THIGHS, TO DIE, YOU WILL BE THE

ADDICT….

HAUNT ME…STALK ME…..BRAID ME IN SILVERS….

HEART WILL BEAT A LITTLE MORE FASTER, HANDS

WILL WANT TO FLOW DOWN BETWEEN, CREATING

PEARL SWIRLS, MY NAME HISSED, FORKED….

I WILL BE YOUR CURSE, YOUR PASSING……

YOU WILL FALL, YOU WERE NEVER GRACE…..

I CAN FUCK YOU HOW I WANT YOU, HORNS AND

ALL….IN MY FAIRY TALE, YOU WERE THE DARK KNIGHT,

AND I CREATED YOU, AND I CAN DESTROY YOU….


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TWIRLING ME UPON YOUR FINGER, DEVILISH SMILE

I’VE BEEN CRAVING….

CHERRY RED YOU SAY, OVER YOUR KNEE,

BEGGING AND PLEADING…..

I LOVE TAUNTING AND TEASING…..

PRETTY PRINCESS DOESN’T LIKE TO BLUSH, HUSH….

I WAS ALWAYS TOLD I NEEDED TO BE ON A PEDESTAL,

NOW HERE YOU COME, PLUMB, AND I AM SUPPOSE TO

KNEEL, HEEL..FOR REAL?

I CAN SEE YOU NOW, LICKING YOUR LICKS, READY

FOR ME TO SPILL….

BOTTOM IN THE AIR, YOU WITH A GLARE…..

NO, MR. SIR, NO BOW DOWNS, I SAY WITH A FROWN…

ASS TWITCHING, YOU BITCHING…OFF YOUR HIGH

HORSE YOU GO….


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WE ARE ALL STARS, BROKEN OFF, PIECES PUT INTO OTHER

SOULS, SOULS THAT WILL NEVER BE LOST TO US…..



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