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| Like the Ceylon diver, i hold breath and swim toward the hungry shark, to bleed for Her; like the seal with piteous bark, i will lay on cold ice, full of darts; like the bee, almsmen of spring-bowers, i know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
KickYour boots to my starved lips, Your feet in my lonely mouth. Command my strenuous tongue to clean floors and filth. Let me taste the bitter and the sweet. Twist my head in crotches. Turn me into Your cocksucking whore. Make me slut for You. Divide and scorch my ass. Turn the screws that crush my balls and pinch, pull and peel where You can torture the most.
my heart aches. For tearful CBT. For hard kicks. To submit silently to the shark's teeth.
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