Flirting with the angel of death,
She's sexy as fuck.
I want to bite her neck, and kiss her inner thigh...
I want to watch her squirm, the way she makes me...
My back arches as her temptation overwhelms me.
I am on my knees, begging for her mercy.
Begging to be loved, fucked, and held.
It's a violent, toxic, addicting relationship we have.
She plays with my mind, and I want to crawl inside the hell she lives in.
I want to make it my home.
Bruises and scrapes on my palms...
The taste of blood in my teeth.
A maniacal smirk, and urge to succumb to her wicked ways.
She laughs and spits in my face, but I like it... so I come back for more.
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