Greedily fisting freely, barely squeezy
Sex that’s sordid, painful and seedy
Ashtray of flesh, James Dean me
Put the B next the D, M says S is never free
Suspended from the ceiling
Whips and chains, ecstatic pain
Off the rails like a train derailed, railed in ways I couldn’t detail
If you look, you’ll see a hidden trail to a backwoods trailer
Occupied by a naked male; this willing catamite’s gaoler.
Alchemisland 
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