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Apr 2017
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
zebra
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