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Author: Lavendar Lewis
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 11-08-09 - Updated: 11-08-09 - Complete - id:2739404

Fingers, my fingers

Tightening their grasp

Around your nasty neck.

Eyes, my eyes

Sadistically watching

Your eyes pop out.

Skin, my skin

Tingling with violent pleasure

As eyes, my eyes

Watch skin, your skin

Turn purple.

Breath, my breath

Catching in my throat

In a gasp of angry happiness

As ears, my ears

And eyes, my eyes

Watch you choke and

Try in vain

To breathe.

Body, your body

Becoming limp

And losing all life.

I am satisfied.



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