the heavy perfume graces your neck,
we're making love tonight-
making out these love letters tonight.
these love letters of the exhaust fumes.
we're into bondage. we like it
when it
gets
hot.

we like it when i
put
you
in
your
place.

another complaint,
i'll drill another hole.
how much oil can we bleed from you?

i'm sure we'll abuse you til death
forgetting about the line of
pleasure and pain,

sooner or later we'll realize our destiny as kinky necropheliacs.

but we swear, it's love.

10/09/2003

Posted on 10/09/2003
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