CheckMate

Relax, sit back,

as I spin this yarn
a splendid taste
of climactic charm.

Glinting observance
fueled by infused
concurrence.

Sanctity resides in
the collective's trance
a breath of
celestial cyanide.

Come with me and
purge with me,

to the palace of
turquoise translucency
bathe away the
bubonic stress of the day.

Together intertwined
a tapestry of ecstasy,

Prometheus's gift can't
hold a glow to this.

We rage,

oh we rage,

a lavish calypso
of exhilaration
spawned by carnal
laced manipulations
orgasmic meditation.

Third eye,

is mystically myriad
spent from
feral copulations
complicating
concentration.

Exhale,

your essence
into the heavens,

inhale acceptance
of divinities transgression.

For,

she made us this way
buzzing to pollinate,

to shimmer and shake,

to die a thousand times
in this perplexing game
of cosmic chess.

We're just pawns,

of instinct,

seducing fate.

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