Ha sido un placer visitar su humilde y perversa morada. Gracias por compartir sus momentos.Que sigan tan bien.bs
Private HellShe does not presume to come here knowingAnything. So tell her. Show her. Sacrifice herIf you must. She is not worthy now of much.She would lick drops from your cup, crumbsFrom your hand. But you, you are the same Man whose nature is always to demandGently, that each girl, every, any girl, should Open up her soul to you. Of course there areMany, but they are one body; watch them eat Your bread each morning, drink your wine at night.(I feed on you. My heart is grasping and greedy. It is great. It is glorious. It is splendidly majestic.)Therefore with demons and angels and with all the Company you bring here, give them, oh grant themTime. Time to drink you dry, to suck the very lifeFrom your long limbs, to eat whatever you shouldPut in their mouths. In return, for you they shed blood,Offer white skin, they wait for you to help them peel.Everything in this crazed kingdom is yours. Black leatherChair, burning stove, chalk-scrawled board, cross on wall.While all things come from you, they can give you nothingBar broken body, spilt blood. Everlasting life is too unreal,But she offers these fleeting, hurting moments, as, farFrom your touch, just out of reach, she is still free to feel Anything and though everything is yours, she willHand you pride, unhide herself with noise. First, leave Her be, in flying hell, in this her private hanging head.Where instantly, momently, she is not of you, despite the Thousand threads you tied. Where she is nearer to she.Wait. Suspend all for the time it takes to turn her red.S.
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