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Lay Down Sally - with Crimsin
Touched by the thorn of the quill, Twilight's magenta
tasting your awakening of my obsession. In my analysis
non sequitur as the candles crow loudly. With the weight
of the beast lashing your wrist. No neon is standing in the
way of the dark's asterisk. "Lay down, Sally, and rest in my
arms." Listening, as your breathing, lust innuendoes,
suffering the lyrical of double-edge fellatio. Putting a spit
shine on my cock's stiletto.
"Aware of your mood I lay down a tingle going down my
spine, chilled to the bone by your demeanor relinquishing
myself to your embrace as my thoughts turn to scream, no
fear threatening to rise inside me and bolt. Clinging to the
hope that the Opera of the damned will play out sacrilege
elsewhere. As you whittle me down to nothing where I lie
in the abyss and abandon faith."
Rolling dice in your Lucky Charms. Fraying the anatomy of
a naked rose, screaming. Holding on to the testicle's
cauldron as the cock blows. Bound to the withers of
darkness and despair, soaring to the heights with nothing
left to score. No longer a corpse-only carrion for the dead
of a longwinded torso dreaming. Giving in to a rush of
depravity tattooed on the clitoris flapping the labia
majora between the titillation gills. "Lay down, Sally, and
rest in my arms." Listening, as your breathing, lust
innuendoes, suffering the lyrical of double-edge fellatio.
tasting your awakening of my obsession. In my analysis
non sequitur as the candles crow loudly. With the weight
of the beast lashing your wrist. No neon is standing in the
way of the dark's asterisk. "Lay down, Sally, and rest in my
arms." Listening, as your breathing, lust innuendoes,
suffering the lyrical of double-edge fellatio. Putting a spit
shine on my cock's stiletto.
"Aware of your mood I lay down a tingle going down my
spine, chilled to the bone by your demeanor relinquishing
myself to your embrace as my thoughts turn to scream, no
fear threatening to rise inside me and bolt. Clinging to the
hope that the Opera of the damned will play out sacrilege
elsewhere. As you whittle me down to nothing where I lie
in the abyss and abandon faith."
Rolling dice in your Lucky Charms. Fraying the anatomy of
a naked rose, screaming. Holding on to the testicle's
cauldron as the cock blows. Bound to the withers of
darkness and despair, soaring to the heights with nothing
left to score. No longer a corpse-only carrion for the dead
of a longwinded torso dreaming. Giving in to a rush of
depravity tattooed on the clitoris flapping the labia
majora between the titillation gills. "Lay down, Sally, and
rest in my arms." Listening, as your breathing, lust
innuendoes, suffering the lyrical of double-edge fellatio.
Published 24th Aug 2023
Author's Note
Borrowing the mind of Crimsin, we rocked this poem out. "Lay Down Sally" is a song performed by Eric Clapton, and written by Clapton
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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24th Aug 2023 10:07pm
I dig the dark side and offer no apologies for being human. I don't hold back when writing fiction.
25th Aug 2023 8:42am
Profound...
(I heard this term, "Lay Me Down Sally...",
from my uncle...)
Made me sad...
At the time...
(Still does... TBH...)
I believe all woman deserve love...
FUCKYOU
(I heard this term, "Lay Me Down Sally...",
from my uncle...)
Made me sad...
At the time...
(Still does... TBH...)
I believe all woman deserve love...
FUCKYOU
