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off with the mask of religion an atavistic projection in a sleeping catacomb Gods desire lives in the human heart we are as he and she unholy until fused in ecstasy God and Goddess in a state of perpetual expanding ****** his mouth upon her sumptuous ***** she upon his pedestal of rainbows her loving slave her feet sweeten the earth her ******* mouth and haunches consumed oh she a writhing moon her throat and womb engorged with his pulsing shaft giving praise aqueous diamonds spilling glitter and cream manna from heaven she undulates and coos a glistened drool pleading take all her vaginal cauldron eternal darkness red tulips blazing a burning bush the place of creation he, a point of light everywhere with in her inseparable a fire of adoration burning them alive their love a fever so hot that even hell cant stand the heat exit door no way out life a glaring dream work without the abolition of time having no more victims to devour we must devour ourselves towards an original form of lived existence beyond this tragic universe ill love you like a god and **** you like the devil so bend down low sweet girl your beautiful *** my altar of devotion I give thanks to your curving form you are my lord's prayer my catechism like father like son
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Catechism of Tantra
off with the mask of religion an atavistic projection in a sleeping catacomb Gods desire lives in the human heart we are as he and she unholy until fused in ecstasy God and Goddess in a state of perpetual expanding ****** his mouth upon her sumptuous ***** she upon his pedestal of rainbows her loving slave her feet sweeten the earth her ******* mouth and haunches consumed oh she a writhing moon her throat and womb engorged with his pulsing shaft giving praise aqueous diamonds spilling glitter and cream manna from heaven she undulates and coos a glistened drool pleading take all her vaginal cauldron eternal darkness red tulips blazing a burning bush the place of creation he, a point of light everywhere with in her inseparable a fire of adoration burning them alive their love a fever so hot that even hell cant stand the heat exit door no way out life a glaring dream work without the abolition of time having no more victims to devour we must devour ourselves towards an original form of lived existence beyond this tragic universe ill love you like a god and **** you like the devil so bend down low sweet girl your beautiful *** my altar of devotion I give thanks to your curving form you are my lord's prayer my catechism like father like son
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
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