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I watch her come by candle light
Behold, much to my delight
The fire flickers in her eyes
Her story desecrates
Holy rights

A fantasy in chameleon skin
A treasured trophy of many men
Closing in like a Venus flytrap
And entombing me in viscous sap
Between her thighs and those moaning cries
Hides a bitter truth forged in lies
Love and death walk, secretly, hand in hand
Just like angels fornicating with the damned

In the last hour before the dawn
Please, be my little Pandora
When the morning strikes on the pawn
Just be my light, be my Aurora
When your shadow casts a black swan
At the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah

A cocoon at photosynthetic death
The butterfly takes in its first breath
Spiracles will never be the same
It's too late, now, just live the pain
Showcasing her beauty beneath glass
Lock her away with chains of the past
Dominating deities with a hand
Practiced at making fools of the damned

I watch her cum by fire light
Behold, much to my surprise
Fire flickers betwixt her thighs
Her story desecrates
Holy rights

In the last hour before the dawn
Please, be my little Pandora
When the morning strikes on the pawn
Just be my light, be my Aurora
When your shadow casts a black swan
At the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah

She beckons
I reckon
She wants the meat

In the last hour before the dawn
Please, be my little Pandora
When the morning strikes on the pawn
Just be my light, be my Aurora
When your shadow casts a black swan
At the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah

I reckon
She beckons
She wants the meat
On her plate

(c) 2015 Frank Green

Written by HadesRising

Published 17th Aug 2015

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LobodeSanPedro

17th Aug 2015 12:28pm

A fantasy in chameleon skin
A treasured trophy of many men
Closing in like a Venus flytrap
And entombing me in viscous sap
Between her thighs and those moaning cries
Hides a bitter truth forged in lies
Love and death walk, secretly, hand in hand
Just like angels fornicating with the damned

This is my favorite stanza in this ... It stands alone as a powerful poem unto itself. Great work.