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37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

There’s a boy

In his silence and composure

Lies the wickedness


Begging to burst


To act on it’s master’s urge

You must know what it is

We all know


Such a filthy boy

What perverse hands,

You let them roam

A bit too much

You want to control

To manipulate

To dominate

So much

You would use force

To gain what you desire


Filthy boy

Such a filthy body

You will never be sinless

For the invasion of my form

Will always be upon your hands

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this is fantastic. I love how much detail you put in here

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