Radio Transmission---Static
Quantum---Tunneled
Cycle---Depart
End Transmission.
With twists like a dying withered thing,
my senses are dulled,
my senses are dulled.
Vaccumed slowly in a first kiss,
the taste of another is potent;
curious you hold fast.
Spiralled into thick pitch,
envision the veil of a muslim woman,
impenetrable,enfolding.
A form rises and waits in the void,
she prepares to receive, to overcome,
to swallow and consume.
Wooing you, gliding about
whispering to and fro
at once ravished by words,
your presence evokes her.
A substance flows through
puckered moistened lips
inflamed and permeated with longing.
Embraced by ghosts lips,
tangling you, while pecking
at cloak, face and body,
siphoning life.
Tingles upon the flesh,
lend to ******* never quelched.
Her words:
"Delicious mate lounge with me,
partake of my sorrows, my intimacies.
One cannot revel alone, replace
the fickle before you."
You languish; absorbing
pungent flavors.
A masked perfume laced
with sufferings.
This longing gnaws,
within the organs of men.
Beating and pawing
against the tissues of the mind.
Kneading fences around the skull,
encasing it in its grip.
Following forth,
lips will seek
lips,
hips will ****** against
hips,
arms will encircle All.
This net will count its catch
when caught, feeding
the glazed fervor of greed.
Stabbings of hunger
seep from your coiling tongue,
elongating, wrapping around tidbits
served aplenty.
Dainties, morsels, spoonfuls, sips
and bites,
these are the helpings evident between,
chompings, gurgles, and slobberings.
Meat suckled from the passages of your teeth.
Becoming a porpoise thing
without definition, moving layers
of corpulence and indulgence.
Before long, you incite wrath;
your skeletal companion eats you,
a banquet of your own making.
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 4:31 AM UTC
Radio Transmission---Static
Quantum---Tunneled
Cycle---Depart
End Transmission.
With twists like a dying withered thing,
my senses are dulled,
my senses are dulled.
Vaccumed slowly in a first kiss,
the taste of another is potent;
curious you hold fast.
Spiralled into thick pitch,
envision the veil of a muslim woman,
impenetrable,enfolding.
A form rises and waits in the void,
she prepares to receive, to overcome,
to swallow and consume.
Wooing you, gliding about
whispering to and fro
at once ravished by words,
your presence evokes her.
A substance flows through
puckered moistened lips
inflamed and permeated with longing.
Embraced by ghosts lips,
tangling you, while pecking
at cloak, face and body,
siphoning life.
Tingles upon the flesh,
lend to ******* never quelched.
Her words:
"Delicious mate lounge with me,
partake of my sorrows, my intimacies.
One cannot revel alone, replace
the fickle before you."
You languish; absorbing
pungent flavors.
A masked perfume laced
with sufferings.
This longing gnaws,
within the organs of men.
Beating and pawing
against the tissues of the mind.
Kneading fences around the skull,
encasing it in its grip.
Following forth,
lips will seek
lips,
hips will ****** against
hips,
arms will encircle All.
This net will count its catch
when caught, feeding
the glazed fervor of greed.
Stabbings of hunger
seep from your coiling tongue,
elongating, wrapping around tidbits
served aplenty.
Dainties, morsels, spoonfuls, sips
and bites,
these are the helpings evident between,
chompings, gurgles, and slobberings.
Meat suckled from the passages of your teeth.
Becoming a porpoise thing
without definition, moving layers
of corpulence and indulgence.
Before long, you incite wrath;
your skeletal companion eats you,
a banquet of your own making.
