Your favourite collaborations from DU poets.
I need permissions from these writers who have not logged in for a long while, to publish their collaborations posted here for the, DU Anthology. 
@RevolutionAL for collaboration "Kop Rass" and Timeless Requiem"
@Gg78 and maikeru555 for "Starlit upon darkness"
@Prophet and Violet for "Grasping"
@deltafrostone for "Echoes and Screams"
If I don't get permission from those above, they won't be able to go into the Anthology, sorry.
Those who I can reach here, I will message you for permission over the coming days.
Thank you everyone. You are dashingly fabulous.
@RevolutionAL for collaboration "Kop Rass" and Timeless Requiem"
@Gg78 and maikeru555 for "Starlit upon darkness"
@Prophet and Violet for "Grasping"
@deltafrostone for "Echoes and Screams"
If I don't get permission from those above, they won't be able to go into the Anthology, sorry.
Those who I can reach here, I will message you for permission over the coming days.
Thank you everyone. You are dashingly fabulous.
I'm on the hunt for 6 to 8 more collabs. None of the names already posted here. They are already submitted or I cannot get permission from them.
I've searched and searched but so many are no longer available.
I would be so grateful if anyone reading this know of collaborations where members are still contactable and those names are not already put forward here, could give me a nudge in the right direction.
That would be fantastic 🥰
I've searched and searched but so many are no longer available.
I would be so grateful if anyone reading this know of collaborations where members are still contactable and those names are not already put forward here, could give me a nudge in the right direction.
That would be fantastic 🥰
Is Ignorance Always So Bliss? (Collab w/ Vision_of_insanity)
Slithering on their bellies out in old L.A.
Superficial elite’s invade artificial minds
Wilting souls exposed in shades of grey
Contractual red tape is the tie that binds
Throw a few crumpled bills in their face
They eat the bait right off the hook
Executives laugh, as these soulless souls try and compromise
They beg, as their lives are ruined
Heavy scrutiny under a public spotlight
Another fallen angel drowning in disgrace
The hunter is now hunted in such delight
When death arrives wearing a familiar face
Listen to the lines fall out of their mouths
How many times have you heard this
They need you to make a profit or else
Is ignorance always so bliss?
Superficial elite’s invade artificial minds
Wilting souls exposed in shades of grey
Contractual red tape is the tie that binds
Throw a few crumpled bills in their face
They eat the bait right off the hook
Executives laugh, as these soulless souls try and compromise
They beg, as their lives are ruined
Heavy scrutiny under a public spotlight
Another fallen angel drowning in disgrace
The hunter is now hunted in such delight
When death arrives wearing a familiar face
Listen to the lines fall out of their mouths
How many times have you heard this
They need you to make a profit or else
Is ignorance always so bliss?
Written by DamianDeadLove
(Damian DeadLove)
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I found this one, however Vision_of_insanity is in the list of self poems.
Is Ignorance Always So Bliss? (Collab w/ Vision_of_insanity)
Slithering on their bellies out in old L.A.
Superficial elite’s invade artificial minds
Wilting souls exposed in shades of grey
Contractual red tape is the tie that binds
Throw a few crumpled bills in their face
They eat the bait right off the hook
Executives laugh, as these soulless souls try and compromise
They beg, as their lives are ruined
Heavy scrutiny under a public spotlight
Another fallen angel drowning in disgrace
The hunter is now hunted in such delight
When death arrives wearing a familiar face
Listen to the lines fall out of their mouths
How many times have you heard this
They need you to make a profit or else
Is ignorance always so bliss?
Superficial elite’s invade artificial minds
Wilting souls exposed in shades of grey
Contractual red tape is the tie that binds
Throw a few crumpled bills in their face
They eat the bait right off the hook
Executives laugh, as these soulless souls try and compromise
They beg, as their lives are ruined
Heavy scrutiny under a public spotlight
Another fallen angel drowning in disgrace
The hunter is now hunted in such delight
When death arrives wearing a familiar face
Listen to the lines fall out of their mouths
How many times have you heard this
They need you to make a profit or else
Is ignorance always so bliss?
Written by DamianDeadLove
(Damian DeadLove)
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Duende said:
I found this one, however Vision_of_insanity is in the list of self poems.
Thank you Duende. Yes, he is already in one of my collab selections also, I believe.
I found this one, however Vision_of_insanity is in the list of self poems.
Thank you Duende. Yes, he is already in one of my collab selections also, I believe.
I don't know if Deborahlee33 is still in the land of living but her account seems still open. Here is a collaboration between myself and her, my reply to her poem at the top being made at the bottom half:
Touch it (featuring a response by Solomon Song)
I know that you are looking
and that you want to touch it
It's slightly cooled
since departing from the heat
Smooth and silky
glistening with moisture
as droplets trickle down and fall
I know that you are looking
and that you want to touch it
It's soft and its wet
just give it a rub
Now, I know just what your thinking of
and where your head is at
but baby...It's not that
Your wrong, don't take that bet
Since I've piqued* your interest
I guess I'll have to share
It's not what you were thinking of
Hey dude, it just
MY WET HAIR
(my first attempt at adding humor...at the request
of my cousin Veronica! so I dedicate this to her)
word use correction *thanks arbelos
A Response...created by Solomon Song
So I draw near to touch you there,
Run-rub my fingers through that hair,
Its wetness spread by same fingers.
Your favoured shampoo's smell lingers.
Dark lengths around my digits wind
Of the first clump one hand does find,
Then I give short, sharp, playful tugs;
You wince, I soothe with squeezy hugs
Of the arm that's of your hair free,
Then we descend in reverie'.
I smell another wetness come
From parts that are south of your tum,
That is the silent sex "Hello"
From your greater lips down below.
Then: "I want back in the shower"
WITH YOU! Feel - taste - pussy power!
Oh, why that blush across your face?
You wanted there in the first place!
Thus I bow to my Cougar Queen,
Get "down dirty" & then shower-clean!
APRIL 2013
Touch it (featuring a response by Solomon Song)
I know that you are looking
and that you want to touch it
It's slightly cooled
since departing from the heat
Smooth and silky
glistening with moisture
as droplets trickle down and fall
I know that you are looking
and that you want to touch it
It's soft and its wet
just give it a rub
Now, I know just what your thinking of
and where your head is at
but baby...It's not that
Your wrong, don't take that bet
Since I've piqued* your interest
I guess I'll have to share
It's not what you were thinking of
Hey dude, it just
MY WET HAIR
(my first attempt at adding humor...at the request
of my cousin Veronica! so I dedicate this to her)
word use correction *thanks arbelos
A Response...created by Solomon Song
So I draw near to touch you there,
Run-rub my fingers through that hair,
Its wetness spread by same fingers.
Your favoured shampoo's smell lingers.
Dark lengths around my digits wind
Of the first clump one hand does find,
Then I give short, sharp, playful tugs;
You wince, I soothe with squeezy hugs
Of the arm that's of your hair free,
Then we descend in reverie'.
I smell another wetness come
From parts that are south of your tum,
That is the silent sex "Hello"
From your greater lips down below.
Then: "I want back in the shower"
WITH YOU! Feel - taste - pussy power!
Oh, why that blush across your face?
You wanted there in the first place!
Thus I bow to my Cougar Queen,
Get "down dirty" & then shower-clean!
APRIL 2013
Witching Hour~ with Lord HadesRising
I senseth thy wants
I tasteth thy needs
To be more than thee
Have ever been
wouldst thou tasteth ov my milky flesh?
keepth me for thy very own
wouldst thou maketh me thy Queen?
Dost thou feel the shadow
Caressing thy flesh?
Embrace desires
Born ov mine own breath
I feelth thy darkness
touching me in my deepest recesses
tenderly entering my virgin soul
all consuming are my thoughts ov thee
I desireth to be great
I offereth up
A bargain for thine immortal soul
Thy own beauty
Shall smite the smiles from the righteous
Thy youth shall last eternity
Cast thy blood upon the altar ... Taketh thy place
I will cast off my poverty
stand trueth with thee
splay me now upon thy altar ov sin
let me tasteth ov thy decadent ways
Now open thy heart
A portrait to me
Ov thee on bent knees
Infernally
my soul belongs to thee my Lord
on bent knees I pledge obedience to you
let your imps and demons ravage me
as you giveth i'll taketh
Grant the needs ov thy flesh
The taste ov power
Draped in finest silks
Milk turneth sour
I am your eternal slave
call and I will anwerth
I adorned in your finest garments
will bringth down great men
The goat shall leadeth
Thou shall follow and receive blessing
Ov cruel hollow
Nighttime fancies ov eternal dusk
To loveth Satan with thine soul
I shall open my heart as well ... Giveth solace
To touch and fucketh
thou will pierce my soul
with thine forked member
forever marking me as one ov your own
entering, fucking and seducing this lowly lass
The writhing bodies
Around the flames become sacrifice
Lamenting life
That had fadeth into inferno
Host ov the flies offereth
Nothingness within the torment ... Taketh a piece
Ov Lucifer’s heart
Oh Lucifer my Dark Master
you've taken control over me
you are now my master and mate
I shall follow you to the ends of the Earth
What dost thou want?
Wouldst thou like the taste ov butter?
A pretty dress?
Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
Wouldst thou like to see the world?
Dost thou see a book before thee?... Remove thy shift
I will guide thy hand
shivering with desire
from all thou has promised
I stand naked before thee
hungry for all that thou hast offered
show me all things great and small
I shall be your eternal love slave forevermore
stanza 15 quoted from the movie the Witch
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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dirty secrets (with shadow starzz)
she can be extraordinary or plain
she’s elusive, yet alluring. but most men are
afraid of a woman’s beauty, the austerity of it
a temptress lexicon infuses her poems
and if she’s deceptive, it’s her way of keeping secrets
the secret of her heart. the secret of her name
how demure is a maiden who bares her soul in
pristine verses, and bares the realms of her flesh
to a perverted gallery of shadows?
she can be carnal & dirty, but only with a man
who will match her fire, and reduce her
to cascading embers in the afterburn
she writes I love you on the wind
as if it will blow me into her arms
into her bed
speak your poems to enchant my brooding heart
but speak not those bespelling words…
and her heart cannot stand to take
the beating
he makes her endure
time after time
and neither of them
can see past the dappling
almond, nectarine, and orange trees that line
the perimeter of her property
as she entertains
herself with his ferocious carnality
until she’s quivering violently
all over him
and that’s when he hums
upon her lips the melody
of his heart
as his cock pulsates in the
depths of her bare
cunt
and what the heart does
not speak
the body reiterates
as she takes him
into the depths
of her
whilst drawing breath
from him
to sustain herself until
she wakes
and finds him gone
without a trace.
(Artist unknown)
Written by JohnFeddeler
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Edge of Eden - collaboration with Styxian
There is thunder
inside me
My heartbeat
beats loudly
Chaotically
(for)
My God
My Lover
I descend, upon her
My hands extend soft lightning
from my fingers, to
Her chest rising, swelling
Blending angst with hunger
Equality within our needs
So in tuned
with my needs and
the rocking headboard
he occasionally bangs
his head on
Overly eager, but I
try to compensate
with calm whispers
Though as deep voiced
as I am inside her
In sync with harmony
and bed sheet music
Together inside
Our bedroom
Our Garden of Eden
Where we grow, we swell
with torrential outbursts
of blinding colors
As we touch foreheads
trying to see what
the other sees
Where my arms
and legs resemble
tendrils of ivy and rapture
Wrapping around
his back and hips
expanding in every direction
trying to hold onto
this moment
this place
-Of intense desire
I wish you could feel
what I feel
in you
Where I'm
no longer human
I'm pure divine energy
Feeding off him
tempting him
to take me
into the Edge
of Eden
As we shove aside linens
and bare ourselves
to any envious divinity
Let the sheen of our sweat
be our shield
from judgemental angels
Who know not what they miss
Ever since they removed us
from their garden
So they watch
as we rub it in.
inside me
My heartbeat
beats loudly
Chaotically
(for)
My God
My Lover
I descend, upon her
My hands extend soft lightning
from my fingers, to
Her chest rising, swelling
Blending angst with hunger
Equality within our needs
So in tuned
with my needs and
the rocking headboard
he occasionally bangs
his head on
Overly eager, but I
try to compensate
with calm whispers
Though as deep voiced
as I am inside her
In sync with harmony
and bed sheet music
Together inside
Our bedroom
Our Garden of Eden
Where we grow, we swell
with torrential outbursts
of blinding colors
As we touch foreheads
trying to see what
the other sees
Where my arms
and legs resemble
tendrils of ivy and rapture
Wrapping around
his back and hips
expanding in every direction
trying to hold onto
this moment
this place
-Of intense desire
I wish you could feel
what I feel
in you
Where I'm
no longer human
I'm pure divine energy
Feeding off him
tempting him
to take me
into the Edge
of Eden
As we shove aside linens
and bare ourselves
to any envious divinity
Let the sheen of our sweat
be our shield
from judgemental angels
Who know not what they miss
Ever since they removed us
from their garden
So they watch
as we rub it in.
Written by Adelphina
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All night last night - with Betty
I catch your gaze in
the store front reflection
and you're so beautiful
I falter, stumble
my insides temporarily
made of butterflies
that want to collapse
and fall into your body
somewhere quiet
where I can learn
the language of your moans
against my skin
We didn’t sleep
all night
last night
I pressed thighs
together and ran the tip
of my hair over my lips,
as I checked email and
and wished I was
still painting your body
with mine like I did
all night
last night
when he bottom of my hair
was soaked in your
fuck juice as I inhaled
your pussy,
the taste of you
still lingers on my tongue
so much my morning coffee
can't erase erase it
I want to fuck myself
with thoughts
of you
but now isn't the right time
or place
for wet panties
that ache for the flick
of your tongue
the urgency of your fingers
that reflected my own
as I teased ever inch
of your cunt
your body trembling over
me
all night
last night
I bite the edge
of the coffee cup as I fail
desire’s pop-quiz and
feel wet heat
between my thighs
daydreaming about
tasting the way we
full-body fucked
all night
last night
and I wasn’t going to
use myself this time
but the way you held
your breath
as your thighs quivered
fucked my lies up
too bad to tell the truth
because after all night
last night
You left my bed
pulled on a sundress
and we gave a
casual sex goodbye
with vague
hints that we’d do
each other
again some day
Though that's not
what I really want
I want to message you
an up skirt shot of me
at my desk
along with the lines
this could be yours again
tonight
Fuck lunch break
I can't wait that long
and I bruise my lips
with my teeth
as I fuck myself
in the bathroom at 10am
to the memory of your tongue
and try not to moan
into the wall
And I wish I could make
all night last night
every night
the store front reflection
and you're so beautiful
I falter, stumble
my insides temporarily
made of butterflies
that want to collapse
and fall into your body
somewhere quiet
where I can learn
the language of your moans
against my skin
We didn’t sleep
all night
last night
I pressed thighs
together and ran the tip
of my hair over my lips,
as I checked email and
and wished I was
still painting your body
with mine like I did
all night
last night
when he bottom of my hair
was soaked in your
fuck juice as I inhaled
your pussy,
the taste of you
still lingers on my tongue
so much my morning coffee
can't erase erase it
I want to fuck myself
with thoughts
of you
but now isn't the right time
or place
for wet panties
that ache for the flick
of your tongue
the urgency of your fingers
that reflected my own
as I teased ever inch
of your cunt
your body trembling over
me
all night
last night
I bite the edge
of the coffee cup as I fail
desire’s pop-quiz and
feel wet heat
between my thighs
daydreaming about
tasting the way we
full-body fucked
all night
last night
and I wasn’t going to
use myself this time
but the way you held
your breath
as your thighs quivered
fucked my lies up
too bad to tell the truth
because after all night
last night
You left my bed
pulled on a sundress
and we gave a
casual sex goodbye
with vague
hints that we’d do
each other
again some day
Though that's not
what I really want
I want to message you
an up skirt shot of me
at my desk
along with the lines
this could be yours again
tonight
Fuck lunch break
I can't wait that long
and I bruise my lips
with my teeth
as I fuck myself
in the bathroom at 10am
to the memory of your tongue
and try not to moan
into the wall
And I wish I could make
all night last night
every night
Written by EveAteRedApples
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When Things are Right - Collaboration with NightGoddess
When things are right, you can just taste it. Simple things can make your day, like the cheese melting on a perfectly crusted slice.
As chef, I was responsible for that imported mozzarella slowly congealing at the right temperature and tempting the juices on my tongue as if nothing else factored into its perfection.
It was like that when I saw her; everything was just perfect. Wearing a tight black dress with an overlay of lace, sheer in areas that would have made any one else blush, I stayed strong, and remained in control. Yet, as she turned, I found my eyes wandering away as the others had done, only to be directed to her beautiful legs and sexy high heels.
My art hung everywhere and when my eyes regained their courage, I watched her consume my works. Those abstracts were a piece of me, each painting representing a corner of my soul and it wasn’t until that moment did I realize it.
This is my town and I operate in the solemn area of this oasis catering to those with a lonely heart and a story to tell over a good bourbon. Clearly, my world compelled her to walk in dressed like high society rising above my meager establishment.
I had to learn her story and after two glasses of my finest Chianti Reserve, she relinquished that a romance gone bad had left her lost and stranded. The lure of comforting aromas invited her in like dinner at grandma’s house.
Hers was not a lonely heart story but one of strength and courage, and we both talked, and we both listened, and we shared ingredients in the recipe of life.
Unexpected things can alter you. A private little table in the corner becoming a portal to an unanticipated romance in a pizza joint turned-art-gallery, to shared memories fetched by talks with a beautiful stranger, lasting for hours but feeling like minutes, changed me.
Her heel accidentally swiped against my leg, blushing as she apologized, our conversation resumed only as eye contact.
Remaining in command, I offered her lodging in one of the upstairs rooms. After all it was my attention which compelled her to stay past closing. My voice cracked slightly when I made my offer, but I’m sure she didn’t notice. Her ‘yes’ joyfully weakened me when she accepted my invitation to stay the night.
Her long blonde hair swept across my skin and I told myself I was still in control. I extended my hand to guide her, and as we approached the top stair she thanked me for the pizza, the mozzarella was amazing. Then she said things are going to be all right, I can just feel it.
Happy Valentine’s Day
As chef, I was responsible for that imported mozzarella slowly congealing at the right temperature and tempting the juices on my tongue as if nothing else factored into its perfection.
It was like that when I saw her; everything was just perfect. Wearing a tight black dress with an overlay of lace, sheer in areas that would have made any one else blush, I stayed strong, and remained in control. Yet, as she turned, I found my eyes wandering away as the others had done, only to be directed to her beautiful legs and sexy high heels.
My art hung everywhere and when my eyes regained their courage, I watched her consume my works. Those abstracts were a piece of me, each painting representing a corner of my soul and it wasn’t until that moment did I realize it.
This is my town and I operate in the solemn area of this oasis catering to those with a lonely heart and a story to tell over a good bourbon. Clearly, my world compelled her to walk in dressed like high society rising above my meager establishment.
I had to learn her story and after two glasses of my finest Chianti Reserve, she relinquished that a romance gone bad had left her lost and stranded. The lure of comforting aromas invited her in like dinner at grandma’s house.
Hers was not a lonely heart story but one of strength and courage, and we both talked, and we both listened, and we shared ingredients in the recipe of life.
Unexpected things can alter you. A private little table in the corner becoming a portal to an unanticipated romance in a pizza joint turned-art-gallery, to shared memories fetched by talks with a beautiful stranger, lasting for hours but feeling like minutes, changed me.
Her heel accidentally swiped against my leg, blushing as she apologized, our conversation resumed only as eye contact.
Remaining in command, I offered her lodging in one of the upstairs rooms. After all it was my attention which compelled her to stay past closing. My voice cracked slightly when I made my offer, but I’m sure she didn’t notice. Her ‘yes’ joyfully weakened me when she accepted my invitation to stay the night.
Her long blonde hair swept across my skin and I told myself I was still in control. I extended my hand to guide her, and as we approached the top stair she thanked me for the pizza, the mozzarella was amazing. Then she said things are going to be all right, I can just feel it.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Written by PoetSpeak
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This is a good one !!
Thank you
surrendering at annihilation (with John Feddeler)
why does it have to be dirty?
sex was made to be beautiful
and for some, who have been lost
and rediscovered, I suppose it is.
was it the cheap whiskey that gave me a voice
when I saw your reflection in the backbar mirror
I could almost make out the tracks
descending from your black eyeliner.
your face, blushed & glossed;
a subtle, exact prettiness
in the cabaret’s sacrilegious
cathedral lighting.
we pull ourselves out of the muck
we bathe in a coriander stream
an apportioned amrita;
we emerge naked & needful. so needful.
passion dies a strange & suspicious death
in a man who’s been alone a long time
but I knew, somehow I knew,
there was something in you that could heal me.
drag me through the epiphanies
drag me through the downlow
just drag me through…surrendering at annihilation
You looked at me with the quiet desperation
of a man who knows how
to break a woman’s heart
with cheap whiskey and cheaper words
I let you drown my sorrows
with the soft and empty lullabies
only a desperate woman
could stand to hear when
the night holds no hope of warmth
or love
And maybe you were exactly what I needed
when the streetlights flickered out
and left us to stumble through the
streets in the pre-dawn light
Your mouth hot and impatient
and you pushed me against a wall
outside the musty hotel room
whispering fervent salvation against my skin
I shed myself without shame
needing to feel every part of you
pressed against me
…surrendering at annihilation
*Written for Katja's "erotic collaboration" competition - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/8650/
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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Philosophical Tides - with Adagio
Of shallows in the deep end of my heart
under the winds of philosophical tides
that draws the emptiness close
fingers of memories trace your shadow
with the tears falling from my eyes
listening to the depths of your love
sewn to my soul
Depths of love embraced vulnerability
all encased in trust and understanding
into the deepness of the soul’s abyss
translated in light of passion
from the deep dark brown eyes
giving all the strength of its sublime root
and then fall like confetti on barren ground
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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My Mind's Cabaret - with adagio
Listening to the heart-gripping haunt
as melancholy saunters my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmare with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill.
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams. Plunging me into a deeper twilight of sensuality.
Beneath the moons ballet.
A darker fantasia in a photograph.
Knowing that I love you.
Behind the venetian mask
in my mind's cabaret.
as melancholy saunters my lonely mind.
Distant echoes linger of what we think we know.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Feel the paranoid pulse of the inner pendulum.
Allegories of my withering soul.
Perplex my nightmare with a story not yet told.
From the deep well of my quill.
A nameless pain aches on.
Of time without ending infinitely gathering dreams.
Listening to the howling Puma stalks my dreams. Plunging me into a deeper twilight of sensuality.
Beneath the moons ballet.
A darker fantasia in a photograph.
Knowing that I love you.
Behind the venetian mask
in my mind's cabaret.
Written by deliabear
(Debbie)
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the genesis of lust and moonlight. ~ w/AspergerPoet56
a vivid dream
or could it be
the starved reality
of a parallel universe
correcting time and space...
where naked isn't sinful
it is Genesis itself.
Eden is burnt to ash.
before all creation
theirs is passion that first was
transgression never existed
definitions and meanings
are rewritten
in sweat, cum
and unholy need
a combustible ache
of understanding
accessing true love's molten epicenter
like Romeo and Juliet
or Anthony and Cleopatra
infused mythos and star crossed
forged by purest fervid strength
fused in moonlight and mystic matter
Loves own proof
that such luminous unmitigated desire
is fire born from proven legend
inspiring poets and playwrights
to ardent pen the written word,
eternal forever muses...
... of their own birthed sin
Written by Bluevelvete
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