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Divinity of Need
Your eyes pools of a different kind drawing me into depth & darkness
A perilous-treacherous journey/embarked upon from gravity to anti-gravity
Depths of darkness & depravity grabbing hold of my own unraveling depravity
Depravity over depravity – Maneuvering in mercurial shadows which begin to move
My needs I seed into your needs: A paradigm of ecstasy to which you cede.
Circling the square of you: Making a line down your spine with the precision of incision/
Opening into a vision of dominance & submission/written in a missive: Stained scarlet.
Falling in free-fall, exact, upon a parchment of presence distilled into essence over
Essence: Spiral eyes over spiral eyes peeking into portals of whirl-wind worlds.
This contractual page safely-placed into the maze of places of the sage.
My spiral eyes then becoming skies steeped in deeps of chaos, violence & silence.
Dagger downward to that which is lower/upward to that which is higher.
Visions of dominion, glory: Territory. Visions of a whole new world, a whole new story.
What remains is the opening of my veins to feed the divinity of your need.
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A perilous-treacherous journey/embarked upon from gravity to anti-gravity
Depths of darkness & depravity grabbing hold of my own unraveling depravity
Depravity over depravity – Maneuvering in mercurial shadows which begin to move
My needs I seed into your needs: A paradigm of ecstasy to which you cede.
Circling the square of you: Making a line down your spine with the precision of incision/
Opening into a vision of dominance & submission/written in a missive: Stained scarlet.
Falling in free-fall, exact, upon a parchment of presence distilled into essence over
Essence: Spiral eyes over spiral eyes peeking into portals of whirl-wind worlds.
This contractual page safely-placed into the maze of places of the sage.
My spiral eyes then becoming skies steeped in deeps of chaos, violence & silence.
Dagger downward to that which is lower/upward to that which is higher.
Visions of dominion, glory: Territory. Visions of a whole new world, a whole new story.
What remains is the opening of my veins to feed the divinity of your need.
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C/B
BD
SM
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