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Chaos & Seizures
Poetry Contest Description
NO AI. one poem per. 15 lines or less dark erotica
NOT FOR COMPETITION
Older than the minuet in twilight's veins
with an appetite for serpents and monsters
spawning the embryos before the red dawn
painting crimson shadow undead beneath
a sun of chaos and seizures naked in tongue
on flesh of your salty taste entwined
with a bucket of figs of my divine
dripping the wax of the lantern's cognac
kneeling before the twilight's foreskin
peaking before the rise of amorous thighs
Chaotic Seizures..Her Aura Phase
Thrusting, squeezing with a rhymic pulsing
Screaming and moaning, her heart rate increased
Deja vu, her body now convulsing
Euphoric tension soon to be released
Fulfilled with a sense of intense pleasure
Tremoring and violently shaking
Releasing her body's golden treasure
Before collapsing from this love making
Pandemonium and chaos ensued
As the film crew quickly rushed to the set
Panic filled the room as the mood subdued
Still aroused I was extremely upset
For a moment I thought I had pleased her
Her aura phase now a fatal seizure
Screaming and moaning, her heart rate increased
Deja vu, her body now convulsing
Euphoric tension soon to be released
Fulfilled with a sense of intense pleasure
Tremoring and violently shaking
Releasing her body's golden treasure
Before collapsing from this love making
Pandemonium and chaos ensued
As the film crew quickly rushed to the set
Panic filled the room as the mood subdued
Still aroused I was extremely upset
For a moment I thought I had pleased her
Her aura phase now a fatal seizure
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
Written by Thor_Azine
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