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the night's (can we agree at least that it's dark somewhere) delusions and intuitions, otherwise neither or both

the night's (can we agree at least that it's dark somewhere) delusions and intuitions, otherwise neither or both, damn if this ain't a barking (some allusions only HE ,the great dada in the sky, (or was it brooklyn) knows or none ever [which is inevitable finally] title for a profundid, rather unlikely, poom, woof woof for good measure and i think i forgot a most import piece of punch you ation )))) ah that felt good                
     
                I      
     
from the formless abyss    
your skin shelled soul    
crawled from the sulfur ocean      
of a  planet's mind    
     
                 II    
     
you shake my ground      
to the memory of a raging bull,    
a ferocious ballet of  taut contraction and release,    
the muscled valleys of my earth ripple from    
the inner touches of your expression    
     
                    III    
     
the progeny of  lust and gods    
like the minotaur, the suckling of a mother's milk    
was never enough, anguished howls of mind      
and rivulets of debauched flesh fueled  my rage    
     
i was not cast in the labyrinth as the story is told      
it was a maze of my own unraveling    
from the horn scars of my birth and prophecy    
     
i studied philosophy, learned to breath    
rather than rage, eat flowers rather      
than the pierced hearts of fawns    
     
scribbled bleeding messages of love    
on the fire  flickering walls of my heart    
     
only to discover that once born    
love will not stay alone forever      
and that i would die with her name    
on my lips    
     
     
this  heresy of  hope has gotten many killed,    
some later lionized as saviors,      
savants, blooming souls    
in the lotus of time    
     
i too have died, villain-ized      
as a monster for my horns    
they cut them off,    
starved me of food and water    
kept me in the dark      
till the "hero",    
my matador of fears,    
stabbed me in the heart    
to stop    
this madness    
love    
     
                   IV      
     
you  made it to the end down here and no one went down on anybody, disappointed? perhaps at the  climaxlessness (not the orgasm you had hoped for) false labyrinth of something in the night to kock a doodle your do, bear in mind (rather don't hold your breath(unless that's your thing) and put your hands on your collective blood swelling clits) the "progeny of  lust and gods" was an unusual affair involving a regal gal donning a furry cow suit to get it on,  all fours get it on,  head thrown back, o o o OOO  Zeus screaming, dog fucked by the white bull of poseidon, where the god of love, aphrodite, strokes the nipple hardening nectar of lust from the southern lips of her self touching, swallows her own fingers in primal expression of the delphic maxim to know thyself, fingers the oxytocin of love across her tongue, and appears for a naked moment in dream and lays on, full lips kissing the king's wife, the queen, so randy ripe in morning that she would rise with nothing but the thought of a bull's vein lined throbbing rodeo cock deep rubbing ramming the secret walls of her fantasy , her legs opening from the force of her lust, bursting like a baboons rumpus room of come and get it fellas, so horny for the bull rain to spray and seed her fleshy horn o plenty, her cornucopia dripping nectar from the lusty rivers of mutual desire, she shudders an orgasm that sets her skin a flash of lightning, her heart beats a thunderous roll of hooves, the frozen poles melt and the wet earth burst in brilliant colored petal bloom
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