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Ambrosial
it seems to be a stubborn human pattern
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement
my gift is in giving
swallow or spit...your choice
if I speak on our symbiosis with nature
I must be a tree hugging granola cruncher
for the record...I can hug any tree...keep the granola
save the leaves
fuck me hard deep, double entendre
if I neglect addressing my immediate environment
I'm classed as a selfish tyrant {that bitch extraordinaire}
while pleading a 5th of... [fill in my blanks]
ohhh baby
if I bring up spirituality or religion
well, I'm either an unwashed heathen or a zealot bible thumper
spreading my thighs full of inquisitions
command positions, make up your own mind
thug me from behind
just be kind in the [mourning]
no need to remind me of how you butt fucked me
how you filled a willing slut
it was what it was
but there really is no winning, just more sinning...
somehow hoping for sainthood
God, you felt so good
what is this obsession with the flagrant slapping of labels?
when in reality...we're all...
all of the above, every stage in between
and the bottomed root
suckling upon forbidden fruit, again, and again
as human doorknobs, socially throbbed, knobbed and twisted
from dimension to dimension
come fix me with your thickness. transfix me, luv
make me forget about yesterday
while leaving me absentminded about
tomorrow
just please,
baby
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement
my gift is in giving
swallow or spit...your choice
if I speak on our symbiosis with nature
I must be a tree hugging granola cruncher
for the record...I can hug any tree...keep the granola
save the leaves
fuck me hard deep, double entendre
if I neglect addressing my immediate environment
I'm classed as a selfish tyrant {that bitch extraordinaire}
while pleading a 5th of... [fill in my blanks]
ohhh baby
if I bring up spirituality or religion
well, I'm either an unwashed heathen or a zealot bible thumper
spreading my thighs full of inquisitions
command positions, make up your own mind
thug me from behind
just be kind in the [mourning]
no need to remind me of how you butt fucked me
how you filled a willing slut
it was what it was
but there really is no winning, just more sinning...
somehow hoping for sainthood
God, you felt so good
what is this obsession with the flagrant slapping of labels?
when in reality...we're all...
all of the above, every stage in between
and the bottomed root
suckling upon forbidden fruit, again, and again
as human doorknobs, socially throbbed, knobbed and twisted
from dimension to dimension
come fix me with your thickness. transfix me, luv
make me forget about yesterday
while leaving me absentminded about
tomorrow
just please,
baby
Published 12th Jan 2025
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12th Jan 2025 5:29am
We don't want to change your mind, you seem to care about more than yourself. We will go even farther, labels or no, someone had better start caring about this planet our only home. Love all of the sexual references, tight
12th Jan 2025 6:08am
