my love I'm Dracula moon a trembling hunger come to fill the empty space in my throat with a small bite that nips and shudders putto rose like a fly buzzing in the blood a thirsty shadow of eager tongues for succulent brooding areolas
I'm crepuscular music each note a puncture of the miraculous to hollow you out with obsessions of tossing vampiric blade blossoms that spin like prayer wheels of honey and blood in the ancient temples of Katmandu
morphine chapter and psalm a goat herders guide to the universe like a quantum haze the blood drunk good book a causal necessity blabbering mouth piece of fucked up fairytales intruding cryptograms and metric talk
an algorithm of child raping priests a whore house pope of whispering voices the Jesus of Satan the eye for an eye and turn the other cheek while money is the greatest story ever told
holy mother opens her legs i am birthed in sin watered in...
By the way, did you know that the good ole USA according to Salon Magazine is not even on the list of most sexually satisfied countries. Even communist China has us beat, never mind Switzerland, Italy, Japan, Spain, the Netherlands, Brazil, Greece, Mexico, India, Australia, Germany, and Nigeria to name a few.
The legacy of the Christian imprimatur has devastated the sexual ecosystem of the American Psyche. The language used by the middle minded "good people" to describe sexuality is often an ugly cocktail composed of derisive language, like disgusting, slimy, unclean,...