♥ His powerful forearms were painted with red, And his great cleaver danced with precision, Leered the dear girl from the foot of her bed, Transfixed by exquisite incisions. ♥ Her beating heart quickened whenever a chicken, He carved up and cleft into sections. Besmitten, her breathy heaves thickened, So stricken was she, with these […]

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