It is said that evryone is allowed a
vice,but when you look at it during thsoe confusingly interesting years obetween adolescence & adulthood, you
realize that people with the most vices were were the blissful lot and the ramrod straight ones were lounging around with their chins scarping gravel. Then one day the cloud clears and you do a turnaround and decide and iam
gonna kick the habits then you realize why they are called VICE eh, The grip never lets go. Now you know what I mean....
Hooked
84 mm Tall!Dressed in white, smooth as silk
wrapped in silver,Lay in golden casing
Waiting to be taken
Beckoning me like a siren
OH!death never
looked so
invitingI am not so tough neither am I yellow
I don''t need you,and yet yearn for you
With every inch of my frail
bodyGO away!like everyone else
Thee shall not defile me anymore
I am not gonna fall for your charms
Yet quivering hands reach for you
To feel you again,fingers familiarly caress
Along your silken tanned butt
and the lips roll you
end to end
slowly I burn your head,fumes searing my lung
And yet soothing the rotting body
The pace increasing with each drag
I am at peace now,nearer to the gates of hell
OH!death never looked so inviting.
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