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The pleasure of evil

Poetry By: MaddieTheRebel
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Come and enjoy the pleasure you get from evil


Submitted:Jul 7, 2009    Reads: 71    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Your hand slides down my face

Your other hand is grabbing my hip.

You pull me in closer to you.

As our skin tuches I feel the pleasure.

Sweat poors from your forhead.

I pull your hair as you scratch my back.

Your sharp nails diging into my back.

I scream as you tell me to be quiet

You fear they will hear.

I feel relieved now.

As we lay there in complete silence

I look at you.

We both lay there smilling in the pool of blood

We just made.





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