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This Woman has Claws
Holy shit, the woman has claws. She
should have been a surgeon the way I
get sliced open, when all I really want to do
is canoodle with her pussy cat. Of course
that leaves my head face down
in her lap, not knowing what comes next,
a caress or a guillotine. Her angel
can fly you half way to heaven, but her
demons drag you straight down into the fires
of hell. Pissing her off can get you impaled
quick on the end of a tiger tooth. She can
stump erections faster than a lumber jack
with a chain saw, cutting you deeper
than a barber’s razor, then healing all wounds
with a kiss. Her rage makes my snake rattle
every time she hisses, right before
the dishes start bouncing off the wall,
and she skewers my balls for an evening
of fiery shish kabob. The rest of my junk
gets burned at her wiener roast. Still, when
this flaming banshee roars I just want
to cum. Wow, her temper excites me. I get
so damn hard, I just want to grab her, throw
her on the bed, and fuck the bitch out of her.
