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Tracey speaks,
and I reply.
We see each other eye to eye.
My body fits her like a dress.
She flicks her tongue, and I confess.
She takes me where I should not go.
She tells me things she cannot know.
She pets my muff until I purr.
She's into me.  I'm into her.
Tracey tastes
like Creme Brulé.
We fuck all night.  We kiss all day.
Her Maple's lips are sticky and sweet.
She pulls my leash and makes me eat.
She ties my wrists above my head.
She rarely lets me out of bed.
I am her crass Caucasian slave.
She whips my ass so I behave,
then licks the wounds her straps apply.
She is my world, I can't deny.

Tracey spends.
the afternoon
fisting me inside her room,
twisting nipples, slapping clit.
Her love for me will never quit.
And I would gladly die beneath
the pink encasement of her sheath,
sucking cunt till I convulse...
breathless wench without a pulse.
For Fia knows a cat survives,
and every kitten has nine lives.

Take a look at yourself,
And see what's right in front of you.
Life isn't as long as you think,
And I could be gone tomorrow.

Everyone always says,
"Live every day, like it's your last."
I just figure you're gonna die;
Why not make it happen faster?

Sometimes I don't want that,
I just want to keep my life and move on.
But the first time I let that razor hit my wrist,
I didn't lose any hope or faith.

But I lost myself.
I died right there,
Some would think that's not true,
But that's just coming from someone who has a heart.

Life is much more complicated than people think,
And it takes so much more than a kiss to make things better.
Bandaids aren't the answer to lifes problems.
Your actions are