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My Sexual Misconduct
She can't stop thinking about
This demon she can't live without
She calls him to her fire below
And he comes strong and slow
In his dark hell
Her fire starts to swell
She dare not make a sound
As she wraps her fire around
Every inch of his dark soul
And gives him total control
She trembles and dies
As she looks into his eyes
And she knows she's dead
Without a word being said
Because her fire no longer burns
And her body no longer yearns
And she has that feeling of his sin
Dripping down her leg again
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Dyna Misery
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