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By coujeaux Date: 2008 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.04.03.59.28212]] |
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And in hand, swirled their fingers apasionado, shapeheart covenant to alight; avowed away and afar, Shrouded meltskin rendezvous with convenient lapses, readied excuses; only we care where we are. Build ye dual worlds now, two-have and two-hold; heavier stride anchored by promises they breach, Never to return to the all-too-familiar environs they envision as prison; conscience purified in bleach. Tapfoot; oh, no impatience here, it's a beautifully constructed veneer, none suspecting; so trust me, I swear to you by this, you will die knowing none but bliss; no need to generate speculation, must we? Temptation; it awaits in most dire, desperate of straits, but still you wade, damn hazard, accursed fate, We onlookers salute your dogged, enrabid pursuit as we count out antes on the odds you're shark bait. Such contrast in what they think, at last, they've found; she screams his name where only he can hear, Then silently compares the merits of unwelcome penetration while her husband unbuttons her brassiere. Block it out, mock the doubt, he's sincere and true, made only for you; patience rewards sufferers deux, On each calendar flip, expected getaway trip seems more vacation than reality; yet she soldiers through. Word to the whys, build you cardhouse 'pon elements of surprise, know they're unsteady, half-truth as not, Man milk it through the fence, he diggin' the suspense 'fore farmer starts his chores, but retribution run hot. In your secret chapel, his preaching is staunch in devotion to setting your launch in motion; but walls abound, No matter how much you pray he eventually finds a way, a man's mistress ain't the master of his holy ground. When it feels nasty good, dirty secrets do what they should; fuel that feel-to-core the heretofore can't replace, But you learn what separates fire from the burn; for those, a near-miss is an abyss branded in scarlet disgrace. |