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All I wanna do is suck.
The frigid wind burns my skin as I press you to the ground. The cold dark dirt against your flesh, darkness all around. Six feet under the surface we are tense and holding tight. I'll go even deeper into you darling, On this frigid November night. Your cold breasts against my chest as you writhe in pain. My body covers yours, As it gently begins to rain. Moonlight illuminates the sky as the wind howls through the tree's. I hold you all the closer, then I bring you to your knee's. Shivering from frost and lust I feel the warmth of your breath. Could this be more perfect precious, We are surrounded by pure death. With your mouth tightly against me I look up at the sky. We cannot resist the urge no matter how we try. Your icy fingers claw my back, We make each other bleed. Tasting our flowing blood provides all the warmth we need. Lay your back to the ground once more and I'll give you what you desire. Let's make the most of this incredible night, When love and death conspire. As I bury myself deep into you, Not a single word is said. We climax from the ultimate sensation of being surrounded by the dead. This awsome poem was written by a friend of mine...Brandon Allen/brandeath...For more of his work check him out at.....http://www.myspace.com/9185984 Hosted by Sparkle Tags Hosted by Sparkle Tags |
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