Horny Ghost Theory

the horny ghost comes to those who have suffered long the agony of torrid loves hunger he is a savior that needs to be saved a glittering pageant of sexual despair his color sapphire a weeping shell a dark cloud of smoldering ash that never burns out he is heat and light he can smell the musk between your legs taste tears of want as if they are his own his cock bursting like trees bludgeon hard, substanceless no you can't put your finger on it your heart a weeping furnace your parched mouth dire is his the emptiness between your legs is his he comes to you a vacant smudge then, white attendant with black eyed gems be not afraid he was lost in life a moralist who could not find Jacobs ladder nor free him self of false boundaries set upon him by the good people their minds spider bites and corpses who imagined a god who loved them by decrees of thou shalt not not not and did not know that flesh needs flesh and only human love could save him then to the grave, just a horny ghost theory to the living

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