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My dick, strong
My mind, weak
Oh, how I cannot attain that vagina that I seek.

"The lust! The lust! I cannot contain,"
My internal, eternal rager,
I primitive urge spills over

I take her by the throat,
I thrust my throbbing penis into her
I can sense her fleeting response, fear
To pump until she bleeds furiously,
then jostle her to and fro;
I release my inner desire, quenched for now.