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Sequestered May 2016
I've become a victim
To my own rapacious desire,
'Slaved to the rhythm
Of this unquenchable fire.

Succubus personified,
As abysmal concupiscence;
I'm Incubus defiled,
Who lost her innocence.

*******'s my passion ;
A passion that's my monster,
Worn as frenzy fashion;
My sweet seductive sinister.
• sad • helpless • erotica
irinia Aug 2023
the social pace manic in its self-absortion, possession facing possession and what if
the world risks collapsing under the weight of its own irony:
a hedonic frame of mind so devoid of the ******* of life
the tyranny of desire is teaching **** to the naked eyes
a culture stops breathing if it can't let go of its desires to find them again
nothing to be destroyed cause everything is dismantling slowly

going right or left it's the same but not in any corner of the world
the leftovers of God, tautologies in a straightjacket,
cause one has meetings all day but no sleep all night
He/She/They colonize you with the scripture of profit
everything has its price on the expence of being enlivened
some don't have water, others too much of an illusion
some don't have peace, others have haute couture
some haven't eaten, others have molecular cuisine
some have the shelter of the sky, others listen to the echo of Big Bang
this logic of contrast is dreaming of the creativity of decay and
what if politics has become a narcosis, a  drunkenness of words,
while the wisdom of trauma is hidden in billboards,
the text says Politics of Happiness or Diserotica

the depressive society fools itself with the financial ****** of disconnected bodies in search of the last noise of the day
the space of the mind  broken by narrow horizons
the flesh and bone might turn into a virtual dimension

yet
the soul of the world flickers, it covers its solar plexus until we meet again as brothers and sisters of the trees
just because you feel good doesn't mean that
the world feels good too
For me, to think and feel, to understand and suffer are one and the same thing.
Vissarion Belinsky

Is a life happy  when one’s whole being can enjoy life that is “good,”; by doing good?
susan  Feb 2016
easy does it
susan Feb 2016
******* on a butterscotch
not a care in the world
handing all my problems
to you

my nights are easy
the days fly by
and my dreams
are full of *******

an unblemished mind
gives the best head
to the willing.
Babatunde Raimi Mar 2020
Let me into your innermost chamber
The chamber of everlasting happiness
And nothing else in the world matters again
Even if the ribbons aren't on the trophy
The joys therefrom can only be imagined

In your perfection, I loved you
In your imperfection; I loved you more
In your arms I found a fortress, a sanctuary
No wonder I am possessed by your love

Each time I gaze into your eyes
I loose the fear of my fear
The type a Lion looses to a Lioness
All I desire is what you desire
All I want is what you want
Believe me, I was circumcised for you

With you I found the moon
And saw you gently tucked amongst the stars
Whose light illuminates my world
Gently but intentionally I followed the trajectory
Until, like Delilah, I landed on your laps

I think of you in the tiniest  details
Let's run to the field
Make out and throw caution to the wind
Take me to your temple of *******
That I may be lost in you forever

The venom in your heart
Is the poison I desire
Oh! What beautiful poison it'll be
Let me **** from your breast of love
That I may live with your love eternal
I love you "Ma Cheri"

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