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This poem came to me when I was listening to my favorite song The Quiet Freak from Dante's Cove. Not many are like this, but I am. For I am a Quiet freak. And proud. Has violent and sexual content. Dont read if you cant handle it.

Submitted:Aug 26, 2011    Reads: 228    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Toss our bodies against the floor

scream out how I'm your fucking whore

then slap me hard upon my skin

cause if this was my sin

then let the angels condemn me

burn my arms then salt my wounds

till I scream from nothing but sanity

hand cuff to the bed letting words of tease press my ear

press the knife to my throat

let this world fall among our crying pleasure

I'm your forever

for you've become my sins

and our pleasure

is a violent kiss


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