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How sleeping beasts stir to (a)rouse a beauty[ful] mind ~(Spoken Word)

 

She's on her knees,  
"like confession"  
whispers  
an inner  
fleeting thought  
from soon another life
 
 
Obeying  
with heart racing  
or slowing?  
Unsure, lost  
askew in dire shift  
as that sound  
that diabolical sound  
reverberates  
magnified  
again and again  
piercing her eardrums,  
explosion-like echoes—  
ring out  
with  
each  
and  
every  
 
d r i p  
by  
those  
gloriously  
tortured  
crimsonesque  
spilled  
droplets  
 
 
drip.  
 
 
                    drip.  
 
 
 drip.
 
 
 
stirring  
and  
hammering  
fanatic need  
 
Frenzied, almost manic  
are dark palpable  
awakenings;  
fragmented shadows  
of previous  
corporeal lust  
seem familiar recall  
Yet, not.  
As something  
changing  
unfolds.  
 
On all fours  
ass uplifted,  
pert and gaping  
shamed in deep arousal  
bordering uncontrollable,  
her glistening crease  
dances shiny,  
Master growls approval  
where lush wetness  
is obvious to all  
a body's unforgiving abandon  
transmutates  
an instant hellish need  
is howled from every multiplied cell  
unlike anything  
ever fathomed  
 
Consecrated of wicked delight  
the feel of fledgling flesh,  
cold unrelenting beckoning  
is calling.. calling...  
welcoming  
To be renewed    
atom by atom;    
surging from  
flowing hot thick salvation  
 
Her core and essence  
border ravenous  
in all the secreted  
ways of dreams  
and nightmares  
that once upon  
would've frightened  
now, ache  
screaming out  
to be utterly filled  
in ways, devilishly taboo  
and to be repeated  
until full completion  
 
All consumed  
and    
all consuming,  
her body's  
pounding insistence  
can no longer contain  
 
Out of control  
and rabid  
she vaults over the precipice  
swirling demons  
appear upon the periphery  
razor sharp fangs bury deep  
feeding a sleeping beast  
in unison with her body's  
autonomic response  
for fulfillment  
whilst every orifice  
full stretches  
of
otherworldly
writhing— 


sings a rapturous
orchestral initiation



Of the damned.










Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2022
Author's Note
© Blu2022
Added audio and edited a little bit of my homage to A.N. Roquelaure/Anne Rice. I figured it's also a tribute that was a cool Halloween offering too. I got inspired after getting caught up on the new Interview With a Vampire series! 🩸🩸🩸🩸

Happy Halloween! 🦇 🧛🏻‍♀️
© Blu2022
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