Episodes or For Angels

Corrupting the limericks staining their innocence with the degeneracy    
of a Butane ritual of a sensual witch and the womb's intimacy blowing    
out the candle. Her skin was as pale as a shell of the arcane novels    
she devoured as her veins throbbed hungering his naked scent. With    
his insatiable cock Gila monster exploring her flesh in episodes    
of breathlessness. As he probed her cavities of incestuous alchemy    
between her thighs, restlessly...Straddling the bidet of her limerick's    
mouth with her cunt's lips exhaling tunnel vision. Waiting for a limerick      
"PostScript," Pentecostal tongue. Longing for the shadow before      
the sun.