The Hurt Me Hurt You Club

sauntered down
to the
very private
hurt me hurt you club
the waft of perfume
fragrant in the air
bawdy music
in the distance

as i approach
the dark glitter lights
of hidden casbah's
dark blood dens
of laughing shrieks and tender coos

the club
a place for hard players
lovers of
voluptuous cruelties

i hear an old refrain

let me entertain you
let me make you mine
and if your real good
ill make you feel good
and we will have a real good time

trawling hungry masochists
soft furniture girls and boys
holding impossible posses
down side up
embraced by moon skulled sadists
bending bending
oh snap,
blood plumes
again and again and again

popped by
big cocked poppers
arms and legs piled high
soaked in drool
and scum cum
silky flesh
habanero hot blood kisses
scurred like a fat lizard
slow cooked
fall off the bone
you melt in my mouth
tastes just like chicken

stamina unimaginable
oh the blade sir
as her sweet cunt
convulsed in endless waves
of crimson plush shimmers

she faked death sweetly
made believe she couldn't breath
eyes mute
mouth gapping careless
hungry for silky flesh
goes down like a
butter scotch float fizz

posed on the slab
legs wide
like a bridge exposing
tender flanks inner thighs
pinkish slave feet scorched
from adorations suffering
for his catharsis
all rocky horror picture show
wrapped in each other like spools

she writhed and cried
another one across
the mouth please
hard harder harder
i need it sir
her yins edge a yang
bottoming the top
homicide
her hearts desire
she groans
like a wind through a canyon

blood mouth saliva
gives way to grateful release
and dreadful tears
that vanquish
like rocks through a window
as she bled and sucked
a creel of cocks
butter butter butter
her mouth a tongue of heaven
hot house girl a blaze
dancing hell bitch
gourgous !

have you been
to the hurt me hurt you club
a twisted snarl of desire
a trundle of lust
in Satan's back room party
while a tarnished
dark glitter sign glows forth
welcome if you like kisses that drown
there sign, a temptation
oh so wrong
of a neon headless girl on fire
swaying her hips gently
at the grand entrance

a golden voice sings

let me entertain you
let me make you mine
and if your real good
ill make you feel good
and we will have a real good time
......
om my god baby i want to take you there

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