EXCRUCIATING HIGHS

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EXCRUCIATING HIGHS

A thought of you swells in my head

From it the monster begins to be fed

It's venom spirals through out my body

Making me feel a good sort of naughty

Poisoning the blood within my veins

Losing control of my reins

Pleasure stampedes into my heart

Stabbing my gut with it's lustful dart

Forcing my hands to descend

Into places that can't defend

My fingers, a replacement for your tongue

And slimy places it has stung

It's touch has been pulsing in my thighs

Blasting to excruciating highs

Your constant teasing

Your absent pleasing

I'm wondering if you can feel this ecstasy

My thoughts and their potency

From where you are

Somewhere out far

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