Carnal Contempt (written with _shadoe_ )(koshka)

You want to curse me
you want to use your words  
to split me in two.

Ner a thinner line  
between love and hate,  

this apocalyptic date  
with sister fate.  

I say we make honey  
on that mark,  

shackled as one prisoner  
of warden lust.

Cut me,  

fuck me,  

abuse thee,  

swallow me,

spit me out  
unleash the rage  
chaos caged.

Fall encapsulating  
into my arms,  

suffocating my atrium  
with a feverish feral  
corrupt peril.

This amour ravishing,  

savagely ripped  
from the bowels  
of a dying angel.

Crisply breathed  
into the synapses  
of an enlightened demon.

from  
the festering baseness,  
you in your  
crown[of]vetch & of
scurrilous descent
into the tangle of  
my little girl viscera,
my tongue snaked  
into your dirty wound
{that place of  
heathen prayer  
i call your mouth}
savoring
roiling contradictions,
paradoxic afterglows
& ruby woo bleed ~
... sanguine secrets  
secreted  
from cracked marrow  
{goddamn you,
buried to my spine
in d'sire}  
spilt in an exhalation
of transient extinction;  
snuff-lips  
to bruised soul,
how quick the ire  
dies a provençal death
{merci  
et mercy}  
//


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