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Echoes of Oblivion

*i always imagine you so very graceful

through the masochists ordeal

a god form of supplication

 

seeing your face

in love

fascinated by shimmering kisses

that hurt, yet please

wet lips and sharp teeth  

glamors that excite

 

cold blade licks dragged across

tender bellies

naval

buttocks

and flexed toes

stinging

then radiating outwards

 

wounds become lilies

mouth *******

tremulous weeping kisses

ecstatic cruelties

blood glitter sacrifice

 

your supplication

love pangs

i'm shaking apart over you

your countenance

a cascading dream

moved to tears of adoration

your  limitless

yielding

like surrenders caress

an infinite communion

with fragile limbs

silky wrapped spools

innerness of desire veiled in a shroud

a faltering star that glistens crimson

nymph of purgation

ash volcanic

cells en-flamed with tongues that bite

subsumed in scented vapors

a confection of **** and ***

waves embrace ineffable shores

passed the discontinuity of life  

I have the most immense feeling of love for you

am i not

the saint death  

quietly following you

through life's labyrinth

innocuous  

waiting humbly in the wings

i am all ache for you

a vice of kisses

a brief encounter

that eats your sight and senses

ushering you to immortal freedom

a swooning garland of fire that enlivens

the body electric

a mist of molecules

 

your tears intoxicate

i am new life with in you

budding embryo

that consumes its mother for nourishment

and saturates like dew drops  

as it echoes through oblivion*

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Written by
zebrablack
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Published
Apr 4, 2017
Lines·Words
63·237
Notes

My poems remain explorations of the subconscious ******

If i where a film maker or a novelist  you  would see me telling a story, and yes 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

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#adult#explicit#sadomasochistic
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