Sacred Slot PART 1A Poem by Dexter Killianasgbhnjukjyhgfdc Rape this duckling CRADLE OF FILTH- NYMPHETAMINEShe led me in Hit me with a shocking twist, Canines sharp, Sharper then her eyes, Theres a fire in the attic, Its a hell of a surprise, She gives me the keys, Lock the door boy, Its time we made a mess.
As we are tangled, In our meat triangle, Interconnected with erotic static, She lays a bite deep, deep, deep, It leaves upon me, A scarlet bruise, She stares down at her pray, With a crimson stain,
I ask why, She bats an eye, Says real polite, That she has found, the sacred slot, for the sacred key. © 2011 Dexter KillianAuthor's Note
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Added on August 15, 2011 Last Updated on August 15, 2011 AuthorDexter KillianWhere 78 is at the 19, PAAboutName- Richard Place- Stroudsburg Other Profiles- Shawn Killian Ryker Killian http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZV_0RqKb0Ic MUSIC LOVER no photos yet; new computer more..Writing
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