I want to grab her, hug her, make love
to her, kiss her, fuck her, cum in
her as we fornicate with
the silver moon. Damien
escapes from her cunt,
consumes me whole
and spits
out my
soul.
~by Gregg Rowe~
I want to grab her, hug her, make love to her, kiss her, fuck her, cum in her as we fornicate with the silver moon. Damien escapes from her cunt, consumes me whole and spits out my soul. Author notes I was trying a new thing here, I mean you give me this pic right after supper and give me two hours to write something. And then I came up with the nonet idea, and thought, "What does Queen really want from this?", get deep down and spew out whatever is going on in your gut, well, even the meter worked out as it spewed. Also thought of every woman that ever abused me and what it felt like when I was a kid, her holding the head like that and bleeding just brought back a orgy of memories. In a list
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