Trail of blood
Not a insuffice trail
But reddish flow
Source from your vein
A quick breathe
Along with a slow lingering scratch
Alas! A nymphet's life is numbered
A worthless life brought to end
While thinking of ending a life
Lust covered a soul's conscience
A desperate crawl finds the pleasure zone
Pushes straight until it goes to the holy door
And enters her sacred key
After that it releases a hallowed
water
Which a final thing that this cyptic creature did
And dies with a lustful and bloody corpse

June 7, 2018
6:17 PM
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