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[In]decent inscription
dip your quill
into the well of me
that I may be inked
satiated
by your ethereal saturation
sink deeply
so the stain remains
permanently
the mark of your claiming
~~~
take my pulsing namesake
between the spread of your sheets
as i stake my claim one poem at a time
scribe you in my cursive
be it italic classic modern or bold
i want you to decipher the entomology of me
word by word...stroke by stroke
drop by drop
~~~~
hold my parchment
pressing me open
held by your hallowed hands
caressing my swollen folds
while you paint your name
beneath the surface
where I will wear it
tattooed in my memory
burning
with the throb of you
~~~
this throbbing
is our morse coded language
ejaculating countless hieroglyphic epiphanies
that has languished in our
subconscious for several seasons
and i will season you
again and again
with theses filled with reasons
and recklessness you so vividly remember
as i snatch you from the tail end
fold you to my will and flood you with
our new beginnings
~~
palm my arched spine
as I writhe
while you etch your truth
into my being
granting only so much mercy
as need allows
fill me relentlessly
volumes of our {in}decency
until my ecstatic howls
...our passion...
echoes into eternity
into the well of me
that I may be inked
satiated
by your ethereal saturation
sink deeply
so the stain remains
permanently
the mark of your claiming
~~~
take my pulsing namesake
between the spread of your sheets
as i stake my claim one poem at a time
scribe you in my cursive
be it italic classic modern or bold
i want you to decipher the entomology of me
word by word...stroke by stroke
drop by drop
~~~~
hold my parchment
pressing me open
held by your hallowed hands
caressing my swollen folds
while you paint your name
beneath the surface
where I will wear it
tattooed in my memory
burning
with the throb of you
~~~
this throbbing
is our morse coded language
ejaculating countless hieroglyphic epiphanies
that has languished in our
subconscious for several seasons
and i will season you
again and again
with theses filled with reasons
and recklessness you so vividly remember
as i snatch you from the tail end
fold you to my will and flood you with
our new beginnings
~~
palm my arched spine
as I writhe
while you etch your truth
into my being
granting only so much mercy
as need allows
fill me relentlessly
volumes of our {in}decency
until my ecstatic howls
...our passion...
echoes into eternity
Published 16th Oct 2023
| Edited 17th Oct 2023
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16th Oct 2023 00:35am
This is a delectable read, Confluence. The art of writing is full of passion, ecstasy, and vulnerable connection between the writer and their work. Well done, and welcome to the deep under.
16th Oct 2023 00:57am
Anonymous
16th Oct 2023 4:18am
I agree with Luna..very palpable and sensitive to the droppings needed to make a very dynamic writer/poet. I also welcome you to DUP and look forward to reading more of you. 🥰❤💯
16th Oct 2023 4:24am
