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The Widowed Mistress What Could Be Wrong With That? By Linda Jackson |
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Watch out for me. I am the woman who wants nothing from you, but to circle in your senses, screaming in ecstasies of paining pleasures that soak inside your body. Which means she wants it (all). Who could resist me,
when all I want is that? Nothing else. The rest, it doesn’t matter.
I only want those things you do that cause my body’s aching. The siren sounds, screaming ecstasy. I’m calling, but no other ears can hear as it vibrates through your body. My body’s empty, echoing and that’s what draws you back. You know she wants it (all). So what could be wrong with that? The black widow spider is invisible. You only see the hot spot you’re visiting, her laying on her back, the arms and legs stretched up waiting to wrap around you, spinning a gentle web, preparing to eat you up. She’ll wait till Christmas Eve. She'll be eating all alone, while you’re smiling at your guests. Her loneliness fills up your plate and makes it hard to swallow let alone digest. You knew she wanted it (all), so what could be wrong with that? A time has come to choose. The wife at home or her. Can tear a heart in two. An impotent man will be whats left. So she can stay with you. You knew she wanted it (all). So what could be wrong with that? |
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