Decay Of Putrid Genitals

Humangrinder

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In my mind he lodges the thought of lust
My body requests more and more of that infinite pleasure
That alone it offers it to you the vagina of a damned dog
My sick mind obsessed by more pleasure
He requested loudly more sex.

When arriving the darkness it returned the crazy obsession
For vagina, night after night the prostitutes
They adorned my bed and with passing of the time
My infectious genital began to emanate
A purulent scent.

My virile apparatus began to break down
Knocked down in bed emanating pus of my cavity
And you blister of coagulated blood they decked out my penis
The mucous flow caused by the inflammation of the urethra
It filled my savannas of this unpleasant one I liquid.

The bitch that at some time had they never returned
And alone I observed the decay of the putrid genital