I took a wrong turn, ended up in Hell, nothing but a lost soul walking around endlessly, looking for love in all of the wrong places, but maybe I'm in the wrong place.
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I try looking for a way out, but I only find myself falling deeper into the darkness, a darkness sticky with sin, trying to leave, to run, to scratch my way out back to my life, it was useless.
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She knew she had me right where she wanted me as she tied me up, I can't fight, I can't stop watching her as she spins me in her web, looking into my eyes at my soul with her violet lust-filled eyes, she knew deep down that I loved it, she knew too much of what dwelled inside my head where I knew nothing of her.
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It was too late...
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She wrapped her hand around my neck, choking me while she bit me from the ear down to my neck, grinding me harder as I got harder while she bent me to her will.
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The lustful pain she was inflicting was causing an incredible pain of blue balls unlike anything I've ever felt, but I couldn't push her off, I wanted more, she brought out my demon, a demon I thought I buried a long time ago.
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She took everything I had to my name, especially my dignity...
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The darkness I sat in was sticky with sin as I watched her dance seductively naked against me, touching my face, pulling it to look into her mesmerizing violet eyes, barely touching my lips with hers to only pull away and dip her head down, biting every inch of me, leaving me hard but nowhere to go, leaving me burned out but nowhere to go but Hell.
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Author:
Saint Sinner (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is about the time I went to the strip club 7-8 years ago... See, my best friend and I had this great idea to sit at the bar and turned down the strippers that came up to us, saying that the last stripper really did a number on us till a stripper we liked came along. Well, this one stripper came up to me, her name was Violet, she was in her early 40's but had a body of 20'something year old. So, I throw that line at her about the past stripper doing a number on us and she says she'll take care of me. So, I follow. Now, the way they do things is that after every song/dance, the stripper asks, would you like another dance. And every dance is $35. This woman never asked me till 6 songs after. I couldn't pay the whole thing, but luckily, my best friend had my back. We've covered each other during tough times. But that was the last time I ever stepped foot inside a strip club. Lol
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