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Dark_Kent
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War pt II
Rule 1
You don't talk about fight club.
Rule number 2,
If you do,
Expect to get drug
But, cause you like it rough
Proclaiming to be a tough bitch
Let me me switch quick
And with this fork
I'm bout to pitch you.
Knocked over the head
Fist holding hair tightly
Struggle mightily
But this will last the whole nighty.
It's highly likely
You won't leave the way you came
Cause once you cum with me
You'll never be the same.
Over in the dark side
The ride gets kind of bumpy
Black and blue bodies
All scarred up and lumpy.
War in the bedroom with many casualties
Little deaths becoming more like
Brutal fatalities.
Horns coming out, screams, wailing like a Banshee
You asked to be tortured
Don't even consider leaving.
Feeling queasy, muscles burning, stomach churning
Fighting desperately
No surrender,
Your submission
Is what I'm intent on earning.
You not being easy
Juices flying, grinding on me
Sticky, my members twitching
Lust itching
Consuming soldiers.
Pressing forward, digging holes
Claiming new territory.
Something past horny is consuming
Like bodysnatchers.
I'm a bold scrapper.
Your body is what I'm after
Blasting through your defenses
Assaulting all of your senses
Tasting, teasing, and taming
Maiming, renaming, claiming
Then once I plant my flag in your soil
I'm owner.
This war is over.
****
War pt II
Rule 1
You don't talk about fight club.
Rule number 2,
If you do,
Expect to get drug
But, cause you like it rough
Proclaiming to be a tough bitch
Let me me switch quick
And with this fork
I'm bout to pitch you.
Knocked over the head
Fist holding hair tightly
Struggle mightily
But this will last the whole nighty.
It's highly likely
You won't leave the way you came
Cause once you cum with me
You'll never be the same.
Over in the dark side
The ride gets kind of bumpy
Black and blue bodies
All scarred up and lumpy.
War in the bedroom with many casualties
Little deaths becoming more like
Brutal fatalities.
Horns coming out, screams, wailing like a Banshee
You asked to be tortured
Don't even consider leaving.
Feeling queasy, muscles burning, stomach churning
Fighting desperately
No surrender,
Your submission
Is what I'm intent on earning.
You not being easy
Juices flying, grinding on me
Sticky, my members twitching
Lust itching
Consuming soldiers.
Pressing forward, digging holes
Claiming new territory.
Something past horny is consuming
Like bodysnatchers.
I'm a bold scrapper.
Your body is what I'm after
Blasting through your defenses
Assaulting all of your senses
Tasting, teasing, and taming
Maiming, renaming, claiming
Then once I plant my flag in your soil
I'm owner.
This war is over.
****