MALICIOUS FICTION

Its dark addiction lies in contractual giving
What you’ve been missing is Hell’s black prison
Your soul’s permission is all that’s missing
So Heaven mustn’t know of your dark addiction.
Drunken, dilapidated drooling from syrup’s sweet spooning
Has left a frenzy, a hot whiff from French Juices plenty
Sheer strength subdued by a weird length
Of lacklustre licking like oblivious speaking
Charged choke harnessing large hope
And excruciating deathly sounds of a pied pipe broke
Popped cherries, stabbed plums, apple eating, grapes leaking
Red dripping, arousal sniffing, weakness feeling by a bon bon
You know the feeling, it’s stupendous reeling with night terrors gleaming
As you lick the tip; digestive drinking

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