your are my temple of splendors... goddess consort... treasure trove of images blood cries of bowels being eviscerated .. so sweet the delicious horrors ... cry as i lick **** ******* with kisses at once tender beyond human comprehension more gorgeous then the glitter of stars and bludgeon brutal you beaten to death by glittering ***** and stuffed in a filthy wood box nailed and roped your mouth like blood jam a ghastly contortion your ******* dark brooding your weeping blood tears your toes bleeding and half eaten mmmmmmm i love you ooooow
do you want to know how i love you???? like god and the devil always one with the other in love with each other as they are tender kisses and slow hurts all at once for you always dieing ...always resurrected always held and adored my beloved im crying for your touch
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