Nothing but hands and feet escape the ****
where bodies are ****** in,
limbs are free of this pagan romanticism.
He would destroy it all:
The mucus pearls and thickening **** of tassels,
the mounting of cymbals through temples.
he would cast aside his wide-eyed diamonds
to **** the ripe flesh of the girls at his mercy.
He has time to hear their wails and harden his heart
to watch the contortion: a circus of sorts.
His rubenesque pony riders and acrobats
twirl fitfully to their deaths among the common throw pillows
and marble foot paths.
Reclining in zeal and pink lips,
the silken king.
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
Nothing but hands and feet escape the ****
where bodies are ****** in,
limbs are free of this pagan romanticism.
He would destroy it all:
The mucus pearls and thickening **** of tassels,
the mounting of cymbals through temples.
he would cast aside his wide-eyed diamonds
to **** the ripe flesh of the girls at his mercy.
He has time to hear their wails and harden his heart
to watch the contortion: a circus of sorts.
His rubenesque pony riders and acrobats
twirl fitfully to their deaths among the common throw pillows
and marble foot paths.
Reclining in zeal and pink lips,
the silken king.
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