lenka

I know i should update, but i really don't have anything to say. So instead I will share a little poem I wrote for DeSade, it's not very good but it captured my feelings rather well at the time...

There once was a pretty little girl
Who's lover always made her heart twirl
She'd do anything he desired, no matter how crass
Bent over the kitchen table, he'd stick it up her ass
She would cry in pain and then in pleasure
Begging him to fuck her forever and ever

He would always call her baby in bed
Forced to her knees, on his dick she fed
She wondered why he never called her by name?
Why a love for her he could never proclaim?
Yet all of these questions were much in vain
For all he could say was, are you going crazy again?

Hugs and Kisses
Bites and Bruises