The blood is hot,
Gives off steam.
Need an outlet,
But desires are lean.
I see the candy,
Just want a lick,
But I am denied,
And like a bomb I tick.
My sight, it blurs,
Covered in lust
I can only beg,
Bury me in your bust.
The blood is hot,
Gives off steam.
Need an outlet,
But desires are lean.
I see the candy,
Just want a lick,
But I am denied,
And like a bomb I tick.
My sight, it blurs,
Covered in lust
I can only beg,
Bury me in your bust.
Speculative Fiction Author
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I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
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