Exposed for sheer pleasures,
an offering to their wicked needs.
Thrown into darkened ecstasy,
upon their alter, to her knees.
The demon-master takes his fill,
her body roughly cursed.
Until they get their claws in her,
their seeds of pure perverse.
She'll take it all, their pent up sin
and beg them all, to do it again.
Author notes
prompt: picture
A bit over the edge. My mind is in wicked mode today.
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- Quickie Contest 10/10/30 (Adult) by penman.
1000 points, ended August 4, 2007, 5 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Oh, wow this is actually pretty hot! Like it very much, great take, best of luck to you!
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