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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Insatiable Poem by the sexual alters of Terri Hobart 12- 2001

We are never satisfied, we live for the hunt and hunt to live. As screaming voices rage in our head. They long for the touch's, that raped us in bed. We're insatiable.

No amount of sex will ever be enough, and the drugs we take can't change this stuff. It's the pain from being insatiable.

We know sex all to well, it was a gift from family a gift from hell. We are insatiable.

We'll exasperate you as we run hot, then cold. Our carnal erotically, still insatiable. Voracious, unsatisfied, unspeakable, and unquenchable need for sex.

How to get more searching for pleasure so old. To gratifies the fleshly desires, it's loveless and unkind. We are insatiable.

This addiction is tearing us apart, don't try to hold us down or try so hard to full fill this need.

We are a vessel that never gets filled. A madness and insanity that can't be killed We are insatiable.

Don't try to understand us or desire us to much, we'll kill your spirit, then you will retrieve. We are insatiable how many times does it take you to believe?

We are insatiable in search for that high, but when it's all over we hang our head and cry. 

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