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Gifted terror, I saw you naked of soul inside my visions
guilted greed, profane in it's need
Sorrowful perversion of intended lust
the psychology of my nebulas of thought caused me to blanch
I was what I thought to conceal
Hidden chambers of doubt confound me
in my sacred vow to womanhood
a harlot feigning innocence
but I would not succumb
Chaste of soul I hid myself away
a macabre fetish evoke a desire, a passion too needy
Revulsion of what I was formed
part of the dark's own
insidious crave, for what I should not
Wisdom intercede with parables
Prophesying my maturation with skill
groomed for the Gods
a delectable morsel
not for the weak minded
Published 23rd Oct 2023
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- Edited 29th Dec 2023 8:45pm
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23rd Oct 2023 11:12pm
thank you most graciously dearest Tim for reading and listening I deeply appreciate your thoughts 💕
28th Oct 2023 9:31am
28th Oct 2023 3:32pm
hello dearest Wally I don't always understand them or where they come from or even like them but a poet once told me a poem that confronts you is the best kind... thank you my friend 💕
