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By wordley Date: 2002 May 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.15.13.13.31961]] |
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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' |