Paga Realm

There's something spiritual about
mating with a god who soul searches daily

He evokes the para-galaxy in me,
   the dro-wolf and Mystical Terrify
           in my womb,
                        being thumped and burrowed,
marking and terror.....

In fact, the only god who never
      took me way back where the splinters stuck me in tar.
The only god, who's reveling only revolved around a pipe and Gaea dust


And then he always pressured me to inhale such whimsy beauties that he would want me to get lost in like a pack of Alice confusions

I enjoy being a mental corpse everytime.
  Gothica and shivers, orgasms and lotus.

I was made to lay cold.