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Night scene (Free verse) by Tchur Silver chains locked her to the bed
Limbs shivering in anticipation
And even before the whip descended
Her voice gave rise to piercing cries.
Up the ladder:
Common
Down the ladder:
A hungry wife
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Posted: August 28, 2002 1:37 AM PDT; Last modified: August 28, 2002 1:37 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.7317934 Overall Rank: 11741 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.113.154
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28-Aug-02/3:22 AM
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no kiddimg...mr. vague. burn too. captain druel. burn high and bright .cad, and ouija board player. burn......
okay, so this one is strays from the former flock. how about 'locked to the bed by silver chains'? rolls out, smooth sadism...
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.
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