By wordley |
Date: 2002 May 15
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I can smell the fear, the disgust within you,|
I can hear it in your voice, the pitifull wavering
I know you loathe this feeling of helplessness
I know this is more than you can bear, fear flavouring
I am closing in, you are no match for me, I am SUPREME!!
I smell your defeat, your defences are but a dream
I can see you are destitute as you bra hits the floor
I will have your panties in just one minute more
I lead you to my boudoir, you follow amicably,
This is what happens when you play the master of 'Strip Monopoly'