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Tightening the rope.
The feel of the perfume of not knowing what going to happen.
The smell of rough fibers of hemp over looping between your wrists and neck.
The taste of not of fear or anger, but love and compassion.
Bead of sweat.
Moisture under your neck.
Wetness between your thighs.
Fight the urge.
I must set it straight.
Set it on the path of righteousness.
Righteousness being my penis in your orifice.
I have to fight myself.
I have to control my base.
One miss step and all hell will be loosed.
I diamond your chest.
I lock your legs to your chest.
Don't struggle to much.. you might snap your neck.
I fear him.
The man i became.
I wish to go back to purity.
But i can't change who we are.
Like i can't change blade direction to me.
A glide over the nape.
A small stream of life.
I suckle over it like our child once did.
I feel ashamed of what i become,
But i can't fight the boner anymore.
I wished i don't have these desires.
These feelings.
But i am who i am.
El dimoni jo convertir-se en.
The demon i become.