Taste My Lust

May 22, 2017
By Anonymous

Can you taste it?
Doesn’t it taste like a blood?
As if multiple arms pulled you slowly,
Fading into the deep black abyss.
Has a warm color to it.


But deeply you thought it was wrong,
An eagerness enraged inside of you.
So you managed to go along.
You wanted it badly.
A desiring wrath of lust.


You can’t stop this insanity,
As if an act of inhumanity.
Don’t get what you want,
But get what you need.

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