I could spend hours playing with you adoring rubbing my aching **** against your pink jewel ******* lips drooling tears licking your silky musk **** homage goddess pert kitty **** drowning you in tender kisses my sweet darling putting off the ****** to be close close close and finally holding you down so very hard so you cant move an inch
then you would know princess when you looked into my loving eyes i could not hold back any longer looking deep into your soul i would press you to the bed like a hot iron as we convulse heaving ******* into each other loving loving loving i would pour fire and milk deep into your sweet womb kisses never ceasing cradling your head swearing endless love, protection and never ending spring as i crack open your little ***** until it bleeds and make you shudder with ******* begging me to split you in half.
do the **** death dance i love you like cherry pie take the blade or the lance and shake your *** till you die take a pretty pose while we insert the silver knife maybe baby will cry as your emptied of your life strike a pose in dance as if your going to fly let me kiss your tears oh baby you can try i kiss your pretty feet while you *** my love oh my spread your pretty legs i *** in you and cry
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