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Satan's Whore
She stalks me with her piercing eyes Watching intently as I pass Her lustful stare undressing me Lingering on my ass As I walk on I turn to see Her closing in on me her prey Her feminine allure a potent threat Too strong to keep at bay Stopping to confront, I turn to speak But words now fail my mouth Her swollen lips engulf my own Her hand moving slowly south She takes control no choice is mine A victim of lust gone mad Now in an alley all alone With this femme fatale scantily clad She rips my wares exposing me She walks me to the floor Slips off her tight wet underwear Mounts me like a whore She rides me like she’s been possessed A hungry bitch from hell Scratching at my face and chest I’m powerless under her spell She shrieks and moans in pleasure's grave This vixen has her way Then leaves me broken once fulfilled A raped man bitch Killed prey
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