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The destruction of pleasure
Spawning its own glee
A cycle of death and birth
Neverending
Always a continuous example of sadism
His bliss in tor..
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My bare feet on the cold tile
the blackness of night wrapped tight like a blanket
around my soul, around my mind
my heart thumping away, locked ..
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A Story by Zaila
His black eyes focused on that perfect curving frame, his tongue tracing over his thin rough lips. She was delicious in every sense of the word. Her t..
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