reflecting on what drives me the sensuality of her willing sacrifice every inch a supplicant feminine vulnerability a badge of courage
how gorgeous she is my little dancer *** perfect foot perfect body flexed **** drooling tears vessel of the Goddess caresses that turn a pitcher into Aladdin's lamp dream maker a philosophers stone Aphrodite's afterbirth hysterical elasticities she my savior let me eat her like Christ
sublime posed flexed **** open ready please she whispers to be impaled bat thighs like spread wings inside dark brooding interiors ready to be engorged blood like ink octupussies arms that **** and pull that write i love you in writhing gasmus
Our suns last gasp tumultuous igniting soul quakes eats its own with kisses of fire tremulous taking all life with it
oh jewel of night scrambling a thousand moons swallowed by hells shimmering constellations like starved arterial glistening ***** no mercy in the glitter of cleavers yet all ecstasy ecstasy ecstasy
My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ****** If i where a film maker or a novelist you would see me telling a story, not judge me, although i admit to my paraphilias These poems are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of transgressive impulses we all share Read them if you dare...You might find that part of yourself that you don't want you to know about and then again you may feel more complete some how if you do....I always loved that dark thing that sleeps with in me