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dusted dreams hourglass

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i never cared what my words might inspire
but long last i feel a phantom pen from my past
enveloping me in your darkest attire
my cloak of deep scarlet
your ink burgundy my fem your butch
you spin me around like a carousel of of dragons and lizards
you telling me death becomes me
as i entertain homicide
dare not venture where my lover treads
in trampled flower beds
chewing the poppies stem and seed
harvesting them to get what we need
oh my moonlit sundown man silver lined clouds
it is i mistress of the morn cum to slumber beside the
the stars dance against purple heavens as our sparkling children
im soft you are hard
im smooth you are scared within and without


i bid your light out
like my lamp without oil to burn
i am starved for my lips delight
come into my ambieance my lonesome wolf
for tonight we dine on virginal flow
the menses of the mind

dance skyclad within the confines of myself and you
priest and high priestess
our powers in this crisp night
in the flames our souls unite we witness destiny
and our path through the blood made clear you and i become as one tonight
and here there is none as dedicated
as the wine darkened blackest cherry
the skin so refreshing it sprays juices in my mouth running down over my chin

ive been tempted beyond what my body can conceal
as just one last forrbidden taste of you i must steal
give me that which eludes me
come into me and make me real
i hover above like a god of greek mythology
my hands capable of stiring the mix
but alas the virginal bloodied form awaiting
and so far above i must become physical to obtain my fix


upon my face i wait in reverend offering every orrfice exposed for the taking
oh how wet this between my thighs making
alabaster with stains from cherrys juices to sweeten my potent
nectar
drink of my soul eat my heart out whole take all that i have
and hand it back renewed with the musk of you
the essance which makes you male and i female the
pulling force

force me take what you will ill lie still
this bloodied ink this quill
testing my betrayel
considering my loyalty and esteem this  im waiting for the next dream
Written by diablia363 (Alisha Ranstrom)
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