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Disbelief
**Definitely not for the beautiful pussy contest...(more at the end)**
Until we have parted...
An affliction for the inflicted
conjure from the dry earth, a muddy slip--
slide motes into an obdurate clay, unscripted
passion taste like a warm spell upon cold lips
absorbing the breath within syllabic encryptions;
to disbelief, higher meaning fallen descent into gibberish
tracing the silhouette of a soft rasp
as the body-desperation clings to its own scent
in soft pillows, like memorae's grasp
and the infliction of one more finger-print,
left searching within the suspension of a gasp--
ne'er had I gained immunity to this imprint
This wounding succumbs only the wounded soul--
imperfect, until we become like shadows in a dark room
and nothing more than the unreconstructed sensual hole
wherein we dump everything undesirable into a fiery red bloom.
Her beautiful pussy, swollen thickly, legs apart, opening
into where who we were, are, or wish to be is consumed
Too suddenly, when the panic spread becomes too quickening
to hold down, suppression of this maniac bliss
score'n deeply into the flesh, nails dug down into the thickening
mud, and the undertow weighs us down heavily, in doom's kiss--
subconscious praying in a regathering of breaths, to remain hidden
or forgiven, once exposed, the idle of the heart, gone amiss
For the darker creatures' consume, as lust and lives are melted
within the grim exhaust, and a wordlessly spaced
dream that we have only forgotten how to talk to one another, the room tilted
into an empty bed of promises, wearing the woeful faced
doubt--fallen short of bliss. The mask of what we once felt in-
side has become a ritual of mechanics--before desire was replaced
By a beautiful pussy.
**My wife had thought to convince me that it "was not like me" when I was reading in the competition thread. Perhaps she is already wise to me that this sort of comment excites a challenge. While most of anything overtly sexual in nature I tend to write is usually humorous, not always... (and this tidbit is more about a once upon a time reflection, as opposed to something new, and not so improved).
At any rate, hope you all don't hate it. But I just had to do it.
Uley**
Until we have parted...
An affliction for the inflicted
conjure from the dry earth, a muddy slip--
slide motes into an obdurate clay, unscripted
passion taste like a warm spell upon cold lips
absorbing the breath within syllabic encryptions;
to disbelief, higher meaning fallen descent into gibberish
tracing the silhouette of a soft rasp
as the body-desperation clings to its own scent
in soft pillows, like memorae's grasp
and the infliction of one more finger-print,
left searching within the suspension of a gasp--
ne'er had I gained immunity to this imprint
This wounding succumbs only the wounded soul--
imperfect, until we become like shadows in a dark room
and nothing more than the unreconstructed sensual hole
wherein we dump everything undesirable into a fiery red bloom.
Her beautiful pussy, swollen thickly, legs apart, opening
into where who we were, are, or wish to be is consumed
Too suddenly, when the panic spread becomes too quickening
to hold down, suppression of this maniac bliss
score'n deeply into the flesh, nails dug down into the thickening
mud, and the undertow weighs us down heavily, in doom's kiss--
subconscious praying in a regathering of breaths, to remain hidden
or forgiven, once exposed, the idle of the heart, gone amiss
For the darker creatures' consume, as lust and lives are melted
within the grim exhaust, and a wordlessly spaced
dream that we have only forgotten how to talk to one another, the room tilted
into an empty bed of promises, wearing the woeful faced
doubt--fallen short of bliss. The mask of what we once felt in-
side has become a ritual of mechanics--before desire was replaced
By a beautiful pussy.
**My wife had thought to convince me that it "was not like me" when I was reading in the competition thread. Perhaps she is already wise to me that this sort of comment excites a challenge. While most of anything overtly sexual in nature I tend to write is usually humorous, not always... (and this tidbit is more about a once upon a time reflection, as opposed to something new, and not so improved).
At any rate, hope you all don't hate it. But I just had to do it.
Uley**
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