Heat bleeds oer this skin of grace Touches flesh to a feathered vine Drinks a kiss into the melt of my heart Pressing its scent to the seal of white fire
Set bare to the bone breast of sentience My exalted naked and ***** Spins on its steel spine The soul gasping its pang Hung in the paralysed emptiness of space
Curing her thirst into my flesh She charges my surrender Whipping her currency thru my breached body Waves of 3 to the skull 3 to chest 3 to belly and root Side to side up to down Nite into day Chasing white fire to the 4 winds
Ancient tongues squirm and squeal Letching rancid on swallow spittle and **** Fetching to the wake of a voiceless thunder Heaving forth on the masters spill Commanding its spawn to its lotus feet Daring the speak into silent recoil Purging tempt and trickery into deaf repose
Swift as swallow White as feather Sweetened to her suckled heather Death be sown to 7 seeds barron be the black of eve