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"Bask In Silhouette With Thirst"
written by maledeth08:54 AM 3/1/05I toss in turning terrors. Much a shelter, invaded shades. Arise a need to curse sobriety and murder well.
Slumber left silhouette. A whisper well kept. A midsummer dance, knelt to lust. Again, the holy fell.
Mystic fellate, no lasting fate. Just me and her, and penumbra hidden.
I am captivated. I give in. A golden, if not richer gift. Elysium rarity for a moment's swift.
How perfect seconds rift....
My tale is not of whores and succubi.
Nor of angels claiming souls to creed thy vain.
Swindlers ran, and victims tranced.
Even to an untouchable Euphoria.
Darkness Triumphant came.
So mute, but dedicated. Alive and well, but yet sedated.
Novocaine kiss to grant me more,
Same as nova, just the touch speaks more.
How quiet whispers served out shivers.
My apex was amidst an aphrodisiac goddess.
Leave through shadows, without one word. None said.
As mute as a midsummer, Erotica blew me away.
The terror stripped of screams and tatters.
The night complete with zenith reached.
And as she sways from sheets of silhouette.
I close my eyes to plea for erratic again.
Sin, my eyes will touch you again.... |
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