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She..At The Abyss

t'was one of those restless nights..            
you remember yes?              
remember the silent howling            
that hawkish moon              
the tossing..the turning.              
the inner chambers churning..              
in sweaty trepidation of              
               
the visitors              
...              
               
your panorama of parasites..              
here to commune with that dwarfish                
incubus clawing beneath                
agitated flesh              
...              
               
come my darkened lover              
               
never mind them              
allow me to secret you away              
submerge deep          
deep within this liquid fantasia              
i have waiting              
waiting just              
               
for              
..              
you              
..              
feel tentacles tending tediously               
nursing every shadow that lurks down under              
suckling 'pon the tip of tantric sentiments              
savoring every drip of thy sordidness              
why the shyness now?              
so unbefitting it is for one                
such as yourself              
...              
come              
               
come              
..              
drown the conundrum that is you              
into my oblivion              
too long have you lingered              
at my event horizon              
live...unafraid              
be..forever unrepentant              
for i have asphyxiated your peering jury.              
fear their unjust fury              
never again              
..              
never again              
..              
your nymph beckons urgently..              
be my Namor..              
my prince of torrid tsunamis                
i am a fair mistress              
after all              
               
freely I give you allowance to              
breathe in the filthiness of your conscious ilk              
of those who undeservedly              
warrant your affections..              
           
but your subconscious belongs to me              
every time your eyes close              
I will be there at the threshold                
awaiting the fulfillment              
of every promise              
you dared to dream between realms              
...
             
               
       
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Naajir
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 12th Mar 2017
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