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[death--god]

Ладно, правда он на английском, так что за переводом обращайтесь)



One brothers Passion



I see you walking across the street with your faithful spirit by your side.

Somehow you sense my passion my wanting you to be mine.

Your soul is pure I shall break it.

The cow around your house.

The one with the blonde hair.

You know she doesn't care.

I can give all the things you never had.

Passion, power, but your just a little lad.

I don't care what people think.

I will make you mine. You will be my minx.

You put your spirit into its stone.

You come to me wanting me to make you my own.

So I take inside the cave and lay you down.

I undo your pants and look what I found.

Your member has started to rise.

Now its my turn to roll the dice.

I strip you straight.

I think about opening the gate.

I lick your manhood sending a tingling feeling making you want to scream.

I linger the taste hoping soon you cream.

I place my mouth on the tip.

Suck it then I lick my lips.

“You taste little brother.” I tell you .

I am the only one who can give you this.” then you whimper something and I say “who?”

You said my name as I take in your cream.

Somehow I know I am a fiend.

Feeding myself from my bro.

But I finger his entrance. He's ready to go

I strip my self and you see.

What a man I have become to be.

So I part you legs and enter you.

You scream my name. The pleasure fills my will.

Ride after ride, thrill after thrill,

I give it a thrust

This is so sick it could make you ill.

But I love him. More than my other half.

As he whimpers all I could do is laugh.

He looks at me as I take myself out.

I know he didn't want to let go. He moves closer to me and rests his head.

He is now asleep. I carry him back to his house and place him on his bed.

Anna comes and asks me what I have done with him.

But all I say is that “whatever you training you give him Anna,

I will always win”