Penetration, penetration, untill you bleed. Blood pouring down your
lips. As you moan and moan it feels so good, extrodanary good.
The lust for blood comes more and more errisitable
What can I do? As I screw you harder and harder the louder you
moan, seems like screaming in my ears. What is this I hear?
Harder? Faster? That I can do!
Tyler Tillett. 11-10-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem