Writhe my darling
and spread wide
hot **** ***** death *****

I want to *******
blood thunder spit
and gag ****

your eyes
rolling marbles
till you are black as midnight

xoxoxoxoxoxo

"Part of the public horror of ****** irregularity so-called is due to the fact that everyone knows them self essentially guilty."

Alister Crowley

We talk about our soul
How we are looking for the perfect magmatic pole
Sparks that makes us whole

Our bodies are simply the vessel, it houses our butterflies, our lies, our dreams and our devilish gleam

Is it possible to have a soulmate?
That person who makes you blush by simply giving you “that” look
That person who you want to play with, laugh with, go on adventures with and of course, have wild crazy *** with

Our ever after person who recognizes our soul from afar.
That one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else..... instinctively
Your inspiration, your joy, the smile you show the world

My ever after, that person, the one whom your soul connects with on a level so deep that it is completely unexplainable, until experienced.

My soul, your soul, our soul

Cuckqueen
in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for ***** saliva  cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light  
of cruel dark night
while jazz ****
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good  
and fossil **** *******
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with ***** feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues
lickalotapuss