Take a shower
Maybe it'll come off
I'm scrubbing till I bleed
But the stench remains
The stench of your lust
The lust that wrapped your filthy hands around my throat
The lust that slithered your tongue down my back
Like the serpent that tempted Eve
You defile and deceive
You locked me in this mental cell
& I may never leave
In these fleshy rust walls
There is a bed
For you to bed me
I have to get out
I NEED to get out
HELP
What do I do now?
What the gently caress do I do now?
For I've scrubbed to the bone
Yet the stench remains
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didnt you post this on werelist?
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yes why
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i post there as well
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ok
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UlfrAndi wrote:
didnt you post this on werelist?
what's werelist???
The poem's cool. I might try to write a poem next. Anywayz check out my story also it's called Sparkle Wolf and please leave a cool comment.
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werelist is another therian forum site.
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