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Erotica/Murder.


Submitted:Jul 30, 2007    Reads: 287    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


tie me down
chain me to the bed
twist my body
its yours
you own me
you paid for me
i'm yours til
the cash runs dry
throw your money at me
twist my body
the pain feels good
hurt me more
i want you
i need you
i love your wallet
i don't care what happens
as long as i get paid
with pleasure and with cash
you advance upon me
knife held high
you told me you were trained
i knew you lied
i could read it in your eyes
twist my body
don't twist me there
blood is pouring from
every inch of my body
i'm dying
please help me
don't, just stop
twist my body
no more
rigor mortis will set in
twist my body
and you'll break my limbs




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