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 It is done The storm has finished raging Your body worn out and sore Skin covered with glowing welts No suffering anymore Muffled sounds are disappearing Leaving you in total bliss Quetly you float away now Shivering from His last kiss Body broken, bashed and beaten Lying sprawled across the floor But tomorrow you will be begging Do it all to me once more... Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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