adagio
Poem Published
Today 00:59am
Today 00:59am
Morningstar
Dark Diary of Soul Awakening to My Just Desserts
of intimacy in Twilight's Cafe encompassed by the
hot wings of Lucifer Morningstar the master of
illusion dripping semen conjuring an orgy of
thighs and breasts hovering with the tongue
and chatoyant eyes with a cigarette, in my
eternal ceaseless sleep..."Smoke, Smoke that
Cigarette," until you feel me on your chest
capturing fornication over masturbation
of intimacy in Twilight's Cafe encompassed by the
hot wings of Lucifer Morningstar the master of
illusion dripping semen conjuring an orgy of
thighs and breasts hovering with the tongue
and chatoyant eyes with a cigarette, in my
eternal ceaseless sleep..."Smoke, Smoke that
Cigarette," until you feel me on your chest
capturing fornication over masturbation
#dark
#erotic
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 10:44pm
3rd Dec 2024 10:44pm
Taboo and Pine Tar - with Crimsin
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
#lust
#sex
76 reads
2 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#evil
#horror
#scifi
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 4:00pm
3rd Dec 2024 4:00pm
Mama Whacked the Borderline
Bound by the twilight with the scent of suede
and Red Tobacco, dreaming,
listening to my pulse as it retch The Rosary...,
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
and staying true to my dream,
listening to the caffeine
for insomnia drip,
remembering the obscenity,
as Mama whacked the borderline
of Papa's blue-balled angels
as the "cutter" looks upon my soul,
corseted by the cold,
as I would pawn my wits
for a "hit of nicotine" and fellatio,
using the stiletto ...
and Red Tobacco, dreaming,
listening to my pulse as it retch The Rosary...,
"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream"
and staying true to my dream,
listening to the caffeine
for insomnia drip,
remembering the obscenity,
as Mama whacked the borderline
of Papa's blue-balled angels
as the "cutter" looks upon my soul,
corseted by the cold,
as I would pawn my wits
for a "hit of nicotine" and fellatio,
using the stiletto ...
#dark
#erotic
84 reads
3 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
Dusk’s blanket
Content to breathe fire
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
#dark
45 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 9:13pm
2nd Dec 2024 9:13pm
Episodes
Addicted to your every mood, psychotica, as your
thoughts coil around my mind's jugular at a chosen
time, on your Harley...with the milk of smut and
lusting anesthesia from a jar of incestuous magnesia
playing the role of a Centaur...not forgetting Harry
Potter, as I think in the abstraction of my anatomy's
titillating sciatica, incorporating the vulva, letting
"The Flea," out of the bag and then comes the
'mares of insomnia's per diem
thoughts coil around my mind's jugular at a chosen
time, on your Harley...with the milk of smut and
lusting anesthesia from a jar of incestuous magnesia
playing the role of a Centaur...not forgetting Harry
Potter, as I think in the abstraction of my anatomy's
titillating sciatica, incorporating the vulva, letting
"The Flea," out of the bag and then comes the
'mares of insomnia's per diem
#dark
#erotic
#lust #sex
#lust #sex
88 reads
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 3:50pm
2nd Dec 2024 3:50pm
emptiness
i was searching
my existence
under the
softly swaying night sky,
around the colorless light
n after a moment
a quiet friend came
to meet me...
from my behind
from the world of
yellow leaves...
my existence
under the
softly swaying night sky,
around the colorless light
n after a moment
a quiet friend came
to meet me...
from my behind
from the world of
yellow leaves...
#dark
#loneliness
71 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 1:02pm
2nd Dec 2024 1:02pm
Paved Road
Running in my veins of incestuous decay
inhaling perverse, listening to the pulse
of silence, obsessed with the flagrant
fragrance of asphalt's roofing tar
and the attar, each time I turn down
a freshly paved road, till I'm sick
with a betrayal of your taste
of the discreet patchouli
inhaling perverse, listening to the pulse
of silence, obsessed with the flagrant
fragrance of asphalt's roofing tar
and the attar, each time I turn down
a freshly paved road, till I'm sick
with a betrayal of your taste
of the discreet patchouli
#dark
#erotic
#obsession
90 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
1st Dec 2024 3:51pm
For the Ribeye
For the ribeye of her soul and the rapture of
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
adrenaline's tears and honey, dripping cognac
from the fig tree of her loins for the coat hook
of my sperm and the chatoyant of my eyes
In the widow's deep sleep essentially bled
of her haiku arched in pleasure as my tongue
lust for the ribeye of her soul
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
119 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 2:48pm
1st Dec 2024 2:48pm
double-barrel buckshot
In the honeydew shadows of silence neophytes
nefarious nectar lonely poetic addiction of blood's
ecstasy with a double-barrel buckshot
and pheromones of pleasure with the fragrance of
sweet cyanide riding the waves of Twilight's Odyssey
of my tongue's nervous Mariah
in a metamorphosis deep slumber from the embers
of paradise and rites on the end of the Red Coyote's
tail in the honeydew shadows ecstasy with a double-
barrel buckshot
nefarious nectar lonely poetic addiction of blood's
ecstasy with a double-barrel buckshot
and pheromones of pleasure with the fragrance of
sweet cyanide riding the waves of Twilight's Odyssey
of my tongue's nervous Mariah
in a metamorphosis deep slumber from the embers
of paradise and rites on the end of the Red Coyote's
tail in the honeydew shadows ecstasy with a double-
barrel buckshot
#dark
#erotic
73 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
30th Nov 2024 1:25pm
Empty Flagons
With an empty flagon of the grog's misery embracing
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
the dusk as the shadows linger with syllables of love
Where angels are souls and the flesh is cold and
the beast within you silences the head. As my quill
becomes the guillotine whispering anonymously
unfed. My fornicating tongue awakes, under
the canopy of the master's hand unreeling the
soul on the twilight's shoals. Throbbing where
the flesh is blood in the troughs womb with
an empty flagon of the grog's misery
pulsing the evening's night
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
85 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 00:19am
30th Nov 2024 00:19am
Boosting her Juice
#dark
#erotic
200 reads
2 Comments
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