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Submitted:Jan 7, 2012 Reads: 42 Comments: 10 Likes: 4
Cum dries around her aching lips,
Love was at her fingertips
But all he did was bruise her hips,
Again, again
Cause she was his.
Blood all in her fake eyelashes,
He touches lace,
He tore her satin.
Now her eyes begin to blacken,
He swore to her this wouldn't happen.
His beating hands,
Sex in the sand,
Gliding, frightening
He's her man.
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