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pleasureable torture

Contributed by akc815 on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 02:50:47 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

“You’re a f*cking whore”
Click.

Yea that makes you tough
Makes you feel good
Around her at least
Just wait
She’ll be gone
I’ll be in your bed again
YOUR bed
Wouldn’t she like to know that?
I bet you’ve had her there too
Does it feel the same?

Or we’ll be in his bed
It was freezing remember?
You told me you’d warm me up.
We were there the first time it happened
The “last” time
Right?
Wasn’t that supposed to be the last time?
You couldn’t get enough I guess
Was I too much for you to handle?
Oh yea
That’s right
I scandalize you
Make you do things you wouldn’t otherwise?
Bull sh*t.

It seemed natural to you though
I bet you liked slapping the sh*t out of me
Didn’t you?
Pulling my hair?
Your hands around my neck?
Did she let you do that?
I doubt it.
Did she scream like I did?
I doubt it.

I wish the bruises were still there
On the inside of my legs.
I can still see you
Staring straight into my eyes
As you thrusted as hard as you could
Until I couldn’t take it anymore
And the scratches on my back
Oh, God
How I loved that
They reminded me of the torture
That pleasurable torture I crave.

I’d have you again
Only for you to smother me with your pillow
So you could pretend I was her.
I’m glad she knows now….

You wish she could have watched us

Oh yea
By the way,
Image me screaming this
Because that’s the way I want it sung.

-your best friend

Copyright Â© akc815 ... [ 2005-01-11 14:50:47]
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Re: pleasureable torture (User Rating: 1 )
by afterdark on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 03:21:47 PM AEST
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Very very wordy...But a good post none the less

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