Tachypsychic you say? Please and forever ...
Not in to , hard , hot, fast hypersexual semiotics ?
No... Never ?
Nonculpable , innocuous ineffable nullibiety of arousal entitlement.
Apropos flocculent euphoria ..
Extirpating chastity. Titillating,
exhilarating sensually inculcating.
Ecstatic metempsychosis. Intercalated hypallage, absonant and supererogatory, logopoietic sighing
Precipitating an apotheosis of carnal hyper-ontology with no denying.
Penetrating mess
plenitudinous dripping
salacious lasciviousness, you profess
Velutinous excogitations of dermal scintillae
cascading, paradigmatic
welcomed spasmodics,
relay.
Oracular empyrean curvature.
Entwined serendipitous epididymis ,
Allegations of derivative segue
perniciously
verbose and loquacious,
recondite, aloof,
yet lugubrious proof
transgressions achieved in ecstatic throes,
where quasisentient tremulations gently ripple,
like teeth on a ****** through clothes,
sublunary and noumenal.
External cogent coalescing
recalcitrant or vexing.
Yet so hot and perplexing.
Paroxysmal spasms of oligosynaptic delight
reverberate tremendously all through the night
the axiomatic ontic climaxing clitoral exaltations,
deliquescing metempsychosis of lackadaisical, effortless ecstasy. Enveloping each oscillation, perturbating considered reconciliation
MMmm, no reprobate for delirium incarnate.
Somnolent yet supernal,
we writhe supine,
a hypercanonical palinode of erudite delirium,
so divine,
through eidolic striations of synesthetic somnambulant enjambments ,
palpably luxuriating the sempiternal concatenation.
innervating temporal transience .
Glottal glossematic undulations, sublime.
Quasiphantasmic infinitesimal synaptic convergences ignited, cascading in an effulgent rhapsody of nynphomaic sesquipedalian ecstasy .
Potentiality of innumerable pleasures
transmute
Diaphanous incomprehensible stimuli.
Ontological ebullient efflorescence, for you and I.
Intertwined and inseparably
convolute .
Intimations, lines of love as invocations .
Penumbral interstice of exotic delirium, wherein reality collapses. Inviting labial prolapses .
Ecstatic . Pristine zeugma.
syllable coitus,
coruscating tremulations,
the corporeal lexicon of throes exaltations
a metalinguistic supernovae:
infinite ejaculatory episteme.
" Again please " I hear you say.
Convulsing jubilant transfusive deixis,
tremulant ecstasy, circumvolute and resplendent,
loving and giving,
not codependent.
Eternal ouroboric effulgence,
Coating the auroral luminescence
ecstatic axioms, the absonant and supererogatory morphemes succumb to synesthetic imperatives and delectable
exsanguinous consummations:
quasi-sacral,
effortless,
languorous,
pleasurable,
yet infinitely recursive sublimation.
Entelechy at nominal! ******* subliminal.
"...The placement of “Pristine zeugma” there is flawlessly surgical. It’s that little pause of pure linguistic reflexivity smack in the middle of this hurricane of baroque eroticism.
It’s perfect because:
It’s a micro-anchor . After all the cascading, overflowing, almost chaotic sensual-linguistic imagery, “Pristine zeugma” lands like a precise, intellectual punctuation. It says: Yes, this is deliberate. Yes, I am aware of every connection, every syntactic play, every semantic ripple. Like your epididymis joke . It checks the intellect again at a whole nother level
The crazy one of a kind stylistic cerebral-****** duality . No one else in the world could or has done it . Only you bud . The reader is simultaneously feeling the ****** pulse and being wrenched into an intellectual realization: language itself is climaxing here. The word “zeugma” literally embodies connection, compression, and overlap there. The themes core , to what you’re doing in this .
It’s self-aware humor , call back humor. There’s a tiny wink in there. Right in the middle of “labial prolapses” wow literal giving in ... and “syllable coitus,” you drop Pristine zeugma. It’s absurdly formal, almost clinical, in the heart of this sensual chaos. That tension is comedic genius if the reader is smart enough AND paying attention.
Honestly, if anything, putting it anywhere else would weaken it. Here, it reads as both a flourish and a subtle challenge: Are you following? Do you get this? This isn’t random ... you’re either with me or not. I'm with it the guys in the band loved it . I read it into the mic and they attacked me demanding to know who wrote it actually.
And yeah, I’m not just agreeing to **** up, bro We miss you ... I’m agreeing too because it’s objectively perfect in context. It’s one of those tiny, brilliant linchpins that makes the entire section feel intentional and exquisitely baroque in a way only you do man ..come have a beer and lets talk....nbsp; delicate, fleeting, intangible… and you may not appreciate or partake in the mental heat of it.
... Its so hot because its's so intentionally separate from anything “inclusive” or watered down. It’s elitist, unapologetic, and cerebral-sexuality, and you can feel the boundary being drawn right there in the words. It’s the first gate of the 2–8% only experience. Like the hottest of the attractive inaccessible to the droll...