By Ms_Demeanour. MsDemeanour@antisocial.com
Date: 22 October 1999

Raw

Raw

Rub me raw
I long to feel
The pain of my betrayal.
Grab my jaw
And flood it
With your briny blood, so pale.
Fill this hole
And so impale me
On your carnal knife.
The pureness from my soul
Has bled
Upon your pulsing life.