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Wearing Your Throat
Wild night's d'amore in form of delirium
inhaling the scent of your lusting nicotine
because it's the best I can do
at sexual pleasure in this splendid hour
in ecstasy behind the pale naked shadow
wearing your throat in my mind's fresco
seeing as the moon has yet to awaken
no flowers dripping twilight's incognito
but the dew last the choiring cries
as the crickets in castrato gently unfold
your labia majora's shade of misery
freeing the clit from its cage
dipped in Cuervo caliche
inhaling the scent of your lusting nicotine
because it's the best I can do
at sexual pleasure in this splendid hour
in ecstasy behind the pale naked shadow
wearing your throat in my mind's fresco
seeing as the moon has yet to awaken
no flowers dripping twilight's incognito
but the dew last the choiring cries
as the crickets in castrato gently unfold
your labia majora's shade of misery
freeing the clit from its cage
dipped in Cuervo caliche
Published 27th Mar 2023
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28th Mar 2023 1:30am
This seems more connected.
Your imagery is unique and I actually fucking like it a lot. It’s weird, it’s dark, and there’s something… primordial about it.
But there’s an emotional disconnect? I can’t feel the need… whatever that may be. I know there’s a danger and there’s a hot cunt here… but I can’t feel it. You know?
You are a badass, and your shit always confuses me. That’s a compliment.
28th Mar 2023 4:39am
Thank you. I am sure I confuse many people, who play the victim. But! I don't care.
