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IronmanHear me read itIronman by BloodshotInk
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
Inferno, my beloved, light up the night sky as only you can...
Burning steel of war, unite me with my kin,
so that I may hug my brothers one last time...
Stinging rain, wake me not, let me lie on this field of blood,
leave me free to look upon the beauty you paint with every stroke,
every gash upon a soldiers body, every blast that tears men apart,
every last death-rattle, let me drink you in, the fine wine of Atrophy...
We turn our foes to ashes, so that they may be scattered before us,
to foreshadow our presence on this holiest of plains,
where we will usher in a new age, not of Peace,
but of the finest taste in the world, War...
We cannot live without the Love of War,
I cannot stand to stay here a second longer, in a world so stagnant,
if I won't be granted my love's kiss, in a world so corrupt and degnerate.
We Will Use Our Might To Make This World Right!
|Nah, I'm just a young geezer/country bumpkin. Started losing my hair in my 20's... Living in the boonies will do that to you, ha ha ha...|