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Free verse № 11739

Night scene

by Tchur

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Aug 2002 · 3 comments

Silver chains locked her to the bed Limbs shivering in anticipation And even before the whip descended Her voice gave rise to piercing cries.

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[5] <{Baba^Yaga}> 28-Aug-02/3:22 AM Reply
no kiddimg...mr. vague. burn too. captain druel. burn high and bright .cad, and ouija board player. burn......
[n/a] <~> 28-Aug-02/6:28 AM Reply
okay, so this one is strays from the former flock. how about 'locked to the bed by silver chains'? rolls out, smooth sadism...
[n/a] razorgrin 29-Aug-02/11:14 AM Reply
sort of like bad soft-core in that nothing really happens of it and I just feel like I've wasted my time. actually, i feel that way because it is bad soft-core.