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Depravity And Chaos She's the color in the world. Dangerous curves from a steady, sweeping broad stroke. My fingerprints graze her outline. She has hair that smells like coffee, Eyes like the night sky- dark and calm. Soft lips that tempt like honey and taste like depravity. She takes the abuse, the sadistic way I coat her canvas. Pretty colors and decorations adorn her and she wears them well. With fingerprints on her throat and soft whimpers in my ear. She degrades herself with words, her value for my pleasure. Eager to please. Eager to be useful. She salivates with every strike of my hand, edging from the pain of my enjoyment. She strips and presents herself, a mess between her thighs. Her eyes begged me to let her taste what I'd done to her. She's my favorite flavor of sin. An intoxicated, masochistic junkie. She'll follow me everywhere, just to chase the chaos. And the chaos is loud, but I don't know how to love another way. ~depravityandchaos  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Bothe lines and the photo are very sexy  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Lovely. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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I love the word depravity! Me Too."Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Lovely Well Written "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Bothe lines and the photo are very sexy
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Very nice.. kajira belongs fully to Master Adomis4u2
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Well, I call my woman, Coffee 'Cause she grinds so fine I call my woman, Coffee 'Cause she grinds so fine She's like a percolator She's ready any time She's no ground-round virgin She's smooth as she can be She's no ground-round virgin I said she's as smooth as she can be She's a fresh-roasted mamma When she gives her love to me She's no high-class woman But I don't need no fox She's no high-class woman But, buddy, I don't need no fox When she wakes up in the mornin' I'm the only male in her box That's why I call my woman, Coffee Because she grinds so fine Yeah, I call my woman, Coffee Because she grinds so fine She's no high-class a-woman But she's mine, all mine COFFEE, by David Allen Coe
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In the acceptance of depravity the essence of our soul is most truly captured. What is chaos but the endurance of a depraved soul over time an teaching. What the soul demands, the heart an mind will stalk. Depravity isn't quenched of it's thirst, but just fed from time to time.
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Lovely.
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I love the word depravity!
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Lovely Well Written
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They go hand in hand?
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Lovely "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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