

PerchanceBlood. The sweetest of nectars; so eagerly wasted. A simple cut here, a mistroke there. Down the drain goes subtle lifeforce. So little flowing through the body, so much needed to live. A thick, coppery taste; one to be acquired, not for all. The pressure buliding as the first stroke is made. A whimper soon turns into a sounds of contentment. Another cut, thicker, longer than the first, driven by desire. Pleasure slowly becomes pain, as each subsequent stroke is felt; each stroke fueled by the wiPerchance


Make LoveMake LoveMake Love
When you lay me gently on the fresh-laundered sheets make sure it is the pillows that you plump up for me and not your own deflated ego.
When you reach out to hug the softness of me make sure that it is my embrace that you long to feel and not some dream-filled illusion.
When my lips touch yours moist and willing to melt for you make sure your only intent is to please me
and not some lustful passion unyeilding
When you peel my clothing back and reveal me make sure it is the core of me that is exposed and not just a model image  
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Everything works out in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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I came for the art.
I stayed for the lulz.
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You make me smile
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L I F E:
Can't die without it ~~
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just wait and see what I do
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