He was an innocent soul; Up for the picking--naivete, bleeding from his eyes. His youthful face, all smiles. He was the sunshine every morn; tempting and luscious --so easy to bite him, make him yours. You wanted him, badly. All-day long, you'd watch out for him; observing, staring, lusting over him. Yet, he wouldn't succumb to your charms; for he was not yours to take. He was ripe, yet owned. So, you took him, by force. Screaming and pleading for respite, he wanted out; you wouldn't let go. You damaged him, gruesomely; ravaged his soul; broke him, quickly; ate up his heart; and threw his remains, outside. Quote Bladder #_qb #invade_qb #yqbaba
