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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RaguXt" data-source="post: 8591505" data-attributes="member: 34088">Counselling With A Prostitue | Thoughts That Left BehindWhat’s wrong? She asks meA question I’ve been wondering myselfIf Only she knew, If only I could tellBut it doesn’t matter, not anymoreShe looks so baffled, staring in to my eyesAs if trying to read me, yet failing so farWhat’s wrong again she asks, you can tell meAnd maybe I will, I told myselfHave you ever thought about dying?No she replied, why should I? Simple enough, I thought, for a simple beingThought is futile, where lust dwellsBut it’s not easy being this, this self she confessedIt is easier to collapse and no one might know I moan when I’m not, and scream when I’m notMay be death is not that bad as everyone claimsIt’s surprising how people never cease,Never cease to amaze me, I thoughtAs a smile dawned upon me, may beJust may be thoughts still dwell in herYou must be so lonely, to pay for audienceAre the questions it, or is there more?And she stalled in to drops of awkwardInviting me with her longing eyesWith that we plunged in to an ocean of pleasureOur naked bodies grooving to sounds we makeSweat is just another coincidence that unite usAs her screams of silence left my heartI was pulling my pants up, when she askedSo what’s your story?  You never told meIt’s not likely it’ll ever leave her, I thoughtMay be, just may be only this timeLife is filled with turns and twist you don’t seeAnd sometimes you see the end, right through a turnMay be, just maybe it’s not what you expect, to face aloneHere’s the money, and with that I left<img src="http://img545.imageshack.us/img545/4800/leavedontbyennil.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></blockquote>

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