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(written 4/28/19) Honey lips drip kisses and sweet nothings - lies covered in chocolate. Your curséd perfume enchants your victim, lured into lurid traps. Locked between your legs - vice of love, tool of scorn - beauty and betrayal embodied in one flesh. Moist sap pours from wetted cunt Your victory a death. Heaving in a pool your victim lies awaiting an end that only you can bring. |