The Ethereal Euphony of Elvish Enchantment

God jr. was sitting at his desk
Tired of looking at silly theological-philosophical
Questions
Such as how many angels can sit on a pin
Or did Adam have a belly button
Bored
He needed action
The really bad news Lucy Fair was on his mind
He could not go there.
She would bring him down with her directly to Hell
So what
He called.  She was pleased to hear from him
They met at the Cock and Croc sports bar
A  table at  the back where, in the midst of all the noise and the haste they enjoyed a chat
God jr was obviously stressed
Under the table she put her hand on his knee
She felt something....and so did he
She led the way to one of the plush rooms above
Dim lights, four poster bed
His high morals were giving him trouble
But he was weak, too weak to resist
''Oh, Jesus'' he mumbled as Lucy Fair showed him the way
As he discovered the pleasures of Hell
And as he also discovered Paradise.

never seen such a glee of eyes...... like i see in your eyes                                          
look at you, dear muse....like a lily in blue                
Your lips, your cheeks....oh my god! how crisp                                                                         
somebody go, tell the world....there you say, i have fell                                      
damn these perky curves....when i see my eyes blurr                                            
let me be, with eyes closed...kissing you to the throat                                            
sliding clothes down your hips...... oh my god my breath slips                      
it tease my wand....what you want? do you wanna get laid ?                                           
Why you smiling when asked, from deep my heart "oh baby, you will bleed"                          
if thats a wish, then let it be... get on four like a pussy,                                        
rub your ass against my shaft, sometimes roll sometimes snag                                        
ohhhh baby i'll love that...........haaaaa baby i'll love that........

Baby, just tonight,  
let’s get drunk  
on the taste  
of fingerprints  
on naked  
skin  
 
Just tonight,  
scoop me up  
in your strong  
arms and cross the  
threshold with  
my heart,  
 
even if it’s all ashes  
in the day;  
 
and just tonight,  
fuck me  
like we fell in l*ve  
 
Wind your fingers through mine,  
and keep me here  
all night,  
wet skin, damp hair, pure need,  
until your shoulders shake  
until your name is a whispered prayer  
until my toes curl into the bed  
and I half sob  
 
now,  
please.  
 
then, baby, take those last  
ten strokes like  
a man unhinged,  
while my hips  
buck hard enough  
to bruise us both  
 
and when you drop your  
weight on me,  
heart racing,  
breath ragged,  
cock twitching  
I’m going to hold you  
closer than my  
own skin,  
 
like I’m a just  
a little in l*ve  
 
Baby, I’m drunk  
on the taste  
of my fingerprints  
on your naked skin  
 
Fuck me  
(just a little)  
like we fell in  
l*ve  
(just tonight)

Fair damsel eye, though you be ephemerist
your hot blood for her won't let you deny
her visage, with brief vision was gently kissed,
     by your helpless eye...  
 
wandering always as it forever will
It saves the heart when it skips a lusty beat
in contemplation of her as your thrill
     on a satin sheet...
 
for there would be candid perspiration there,
of an inalienable desire...
for her to breathe as well the very air
     you can both admire.
 
Then inviolately from the mind of man
around their bosomy orbs they more explore
and rapidly expand their amorous plan...
     for esprit de corps.  
 
And henceforth in derision is man pride held
by ladies with mutually tongue tied twats
whose misogynists they effectively geld...
     via caveats.
 
Now rude men will surely fade into the past  
because the issue is as simple as that;)
and only dildos will be the cocks that last...
     in requiescat.  
 
No more complications by testosterone
or by meat injection some foul disease
and only by the semen from a stud farm loan...
     will we aim to please...
 
and all because men could no lessons discern
like whispering care into a lady's clit
to show her skittish mare like soul, we learn,
     but with half a wit.    
    

  
I want it  
like sheer madness  
that's weeks starved,  
gnawing each thought to the bone    
craving utter destruction in complete    
my hidden, rabid lunacy    
is uncontained fire    
 scorched earth,  
breathed with every breath    
   
The taste of evil coats my tongue    
   
I need it    
like I know you do    
wickedly, I laugh inward    
intentionally pushing buttons-hard    
fucking your mind - up    
for the unparalleled pleasure of reaction  
Is it evil when it's required sustenance    
we both feed of?  
   
I hear my voice - brutally biting and beautiful    
(saying something about unfit fathers)    
and you,    
being like yours    
knowing just how fucking shitty that is    
and how deeply the wound slices    
Clawing , Ripping , Tearing    
I must draw serious blood    
from each searing word-puncture—  
bleeding plentiful    
I feel you sweetly and horribly teeter    
making my wet pussy    
crushingly grind against my drenched panties

I can see your delicious rage-desire    
building and viscerally course    
just under your skin    
my foul bitchiness is fully automatic    
the selfish cunt that I am,    
relishes inflicting pain    
a means to an end    
of my own second by second aching    
   
His control, is epic    
yet I. am. relentless.    
   
I need it    
to be fucking punished    
brutalized and contorted    
like I know you want ...to do    
Must. do.    
We, must do.    
   
I know what I have buried,    
(all that is disgusting and depraved)    
and what my actions will solicit    
I double down  
releasing any submission    
to vicegrasp onto old weapons    
without thinking    
it flows, mercilessly    
   
just, do it    
   
Only you know and accept the filth fuck that I require    
   
Mouthing off with—    
"you fucking idiot, pussy"... "It's no wonder they left you" kind of meanness    
needing that moment    
where controlled mastery    
slips into the severity of payback.    
   
My truth is harsh and scary and honest    
I need you to abuse me    
need this heightened fear state    
brutalizations, I command silently    
you need the convincing, I supply    
soothing a darkness we both    
more than understand    
raping all semblance of reality    
throwing me against the wall-floor-bed-sink    
slapping my tits until I'm screaming    
with consensual, terrified eyes watering    
is a welcomed communion    
decorated of welted beet red rewards, pulsing    
Then—You.    
Instantly trust to fill every single part of me    
over and over and gloriously over again    
caressing ornate pain with savagery    
waves of it, anoint and exalt    
turbulent tears    
stream down my cheeks    
even I can't tell if they're tears of pain or joy    
making them the sweetest kind    
   
I want it    
like I know you do  
like I know you did    
   
   
and I take it  
   
   
   
all.