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Author: Ivy Thorn
Fiction Rated: M - English - General - Reviews: 4 - Published: 10-10-03 - Updated: 10-10-03 - id:1419318
He smells of sex.
Sets my mind into a whirl.

Chain me, whip me.
Knock me to the ground.
Slam me against the wall.
Take the reigns and ride home.
Make me have to crawl.
Bite me, hurt me.
Get me down and dirty.
I'll return the favor.
Bite me and I'll bite you.
Enjoy the succulent flavor.
Rape me, hate me.
I can still make you scream.
When I'm done, you'll be groaning.
If you're man enough for me
When you're done, I'll still be moaning.
Love me, fuck me.
I'll be your dominatrix
Or even your lusty slave.
I can do whatever you want,
But I don't want to behave.

He smells of sex
Or so I'm told
But he's away from me now.
Nothing to left to hold.
But a leftover t-shirt
Smelling of sex
And a life that no longer can exist.


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