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The Delilah of the Night (Collab with Sky_dancer)
Touch me, your full bloom lips,
blood-swollen and taught.
Taste my mind, it's waxing;
consummate.
Take me where the dead lay,
lie with me,
at your altar I sacrifice my soul.
With lips parted and eyes bloomed I will. {Eyes bowed to you, supple and supplicated}
Take you
and lean you over my alter. {I offer my sacrifice to you, Lord of My Aching}
Cleaving your legs;
I thrust
to where the dead still dream;
pushing. {Where life waxes and wanes, rivers rage; untamed}
Unsheathing from you,
the sight
was bone marrow upon flushed skin. {Ashen and veined, throbbing strings, yours to pluck}
Stirrings of poetic ardor,
lustful aromas,
laying with you,
I’ve tasted you well. {A decadent array: skin, flesh, bone, marrow. Open me, devour 'til I'm dust}
Your laces pulled;
swaying in our lilac heat,
my belt buckle clinking. {Heart stops, as do clock's, Pavlovian slit}
Blindfolded with poetic ardor bliss we are,
sightless to the unadventurous, {hidden in plain sight}
deaf to the unrhythmical, {silent, sexual psalm}
numb to a purist’s scrutiny. {Unchained but bound in rope and lust}
Heaven under these hallowed vaults;
loud, painful ecstasy. {Choirs of agony - each strike plucks a note}
Oh, the humidity in your panties; perfumed bliss! {Meadows in morning dew, run through me; fingers brushing petals in your wind}
Darkly erotic verse billows
from our gaping mouths. {Breathe your incantations into my soul}
And from our sweating bodies so close,
your eyes blossom at mine. {Celestial bodies, in binary gravity}
Sorcerous verses as you gasp;
amorous lyric,
“oh, temptress, allure me to Hell!” I roared.
“Oh, I’m your fuckin’ claim!” you squealed.
I do confess now,
my blinded senses had awoken
to the Delilah of the night.
{Yet, with no deceit or falsehood. Your power is your benediction, my surrender is yours, My Lord}
blood-swollen and taught.
Taste my mind, it's waxing;
consummate.
Take me where the dead lay,
lie with me,
at your altar I sacrifice my soul.
With lips parted and eyes bloomed I will. {Eyes bowed to you, supple and supplicated}
Take you
and lean you over my alter. {I offer my sacrifice to you, Lord of My Aching}
Cleaving your legs;
I thrust
to where the dead still dream;
pushing. {Where life waxes and wanes, rivers rage; untamed}
Unsheathing from you,
the sight
was bone marrow upon flushed skin. {Ashen and veined, throbbing strings, yours to pluck}
Stirrings of poetic ardor,
lustful aromas,
laying with you,
I’ve tasted you well. {A decadent array: skin, flesh, bone, marrow. Open me, devour 'til I'm dust}
Your laces pulled;
swaying in our lilac heat,
my belt buckle clinking. {Heart stops, as do clock's, Pavlovian slit}
Blindfolded with poetic ardor bliss we are,
sightless to the unadventurous, {hidden in plain sight}
deaf to the unrhythmical, {silent, sexual psalm}
numb to a purist’s scrutiny. {Unchained but bound in rope and lust}
Heaven under these hallowed vaults;
loud, painful ecstasy. {Choirs of agony - each strike plucks a note}
Oh, the humidity in your panties; perfumed bliss! {Meadows in morning dew, run through me; fingers brushing petals in your wind}
Darkly erotic verse billows
from our gaping mouths. {Breathe your incantations into my soul}
And from our sweating bodies so close,
your eyes blossom at mine. {Celestial bodies, in binary gravity}
Sorcerous verses as you gasp;
amorous lyric,
“oh, temptress, allure me to Hell!” I roared.
“Oh, I’m your fuckin’ claim!” you squealed.
I do confess now,
my blinded senses had awoken
to the Delilah of the night.
{Yet, with no deceit or falsehood. Your power is your benediction, my surrender is yours, My Lord}
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