Riddle me this.......
clifford_1972
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"When a man lies,He murders some part of the world
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
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a far off cry in the distance
like a dream she comes
sparkling eyes tease me
smelling of lust and evergreens
like an animal she circles
just out of reach taunting
hunger draws me near
like a moth to a flame
laughing as i drag her down
daring me to take her
exposing her naked limbs
worshipping every inch
breath dances in icy air
snow surrenders to our need
sweat trickles down her spine
howling like wolves in heat
nails clawing crimson trails
ivory fangs nibble my ear
grasping strawbery blonde hair
exposing pale throat
tasting sweat at her nape
grasping my hunger
claiming her throbbing prize
sitting astride me begging
trying to impale herself
like a beast she takes me in
there among frozen woods
rutting in wild frenzy
her moans quicken my pulse
whimpers as she convulse's
stomach writhing snakelike
thrusting myself deep
seeking to quench molten loins
grabbing bouncing breasts
flicking my tongue
against taunt nipples
with one final thrust
mingled cries of rapture
collapasing upon my chest
satiated as the shocks
fire along her nerves
my own breath labors
untangling herself from me
rapacious smile and she was gone
sitting up in time to glimpse
a white wolf disappearing
every now and then
i hear the far away cry
of a wolf
in the distance
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
a far off cry in the distance
like a dream she comes
sparkling eyes tease me
smelling of lust and evergreens
like an animal she circles
just out of reach taunting
hunger draws me near
like a moth to a flame
laughing as i drag her down
daring me to take her
exposing her naked limbs
worshipping every inch
breath dances in icy air
snow surrenders to our need
sweat trickles down her spine
howling like wolves in heat
nails clawing crimson trails
ivory fangs nibble my ear
grasping strawbery blonde hair
exposing pale throat
tasting sweat at her nape
grasping my hunger
claiming her throbbing prize
sitting astride me begging
trying to impale herself
like a beast she takes me in
there among frozen woods
rutting in wild frenzy
her moans quicken my pulse
whimpers as she convulse's
stomach writhing snakelike
thrusting myself deep
seeking to quench molten loins
grabbing bouncing breasts
flicking my tongue
against taunt nipples
with one final thrust
mingled cries of rapture
collapasing upon my chest
satiated as the shocks
fire along her nerves
my own breath labors
untangling herself from me
rapacious smile and she was gone
sitting up in time to glimpse
a white wolf disappearing
every now and then
i hear the far away cry
of a wolf
in the distance
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986