Garments twisting -
Gasping, turning;
Acid insisting -
Lurching, burning.
Only a taste.
Simply a lick -
A flick; an embrace
Of more than just arms.
Inhalation of scents;
Aromas of heat;
Slightly sticky,
Stickily sweet.
Sensations basked light,
Crevice unhallowed,
Begins with a bite;
Ends with a swallow.
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picking
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tree.
embraced in its branchy-arms
and then
biting the apple
and eating it!!
Retched sent.
ReplyDeletePutrid flesh.
What an offensive presence you have.
Most would disagree.
Indulgence in your image,
What a sin it is.
What a fool I am
To crave such a tactless figure
Well versed in the pleasantries of man.
A sip of you.
A sip of madness.
"Too much" I tell you.
"Not enough" you speak.
Another taste of sin I take.
Rotting flesh moves beneath me
Engaging in my sin.
How far have I fallen down the rabbit hole?
It doesn't Matter.
I longer care.
^funnily enough, that reminds me of that one wow artifact book thing about the zombie and banshee and how the few last pages stick together right before they're about to get it on. :/
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