Purple Naked Lady/Violet Nude Woman
(The Tiny Dancer)
"Within Her Universe
Behind The Amethyst Entrance
In The Room Farthest South
There Is Only Complete Freedom
Establishing Her Comfort Zone
Washing Away The Odor Of Reality
Strutting Unconsciously With Her Exposure Indecent
There Is Never Any Underwear
A Testament To Freedomville
The Devil Wears Prada
But The Angel Wears Nothing
While She Prefers Horns On Her Head
With A Sweet Tooth For Halos
An Appetite For Divinity Manifested By Belief And Offering
But An Almost Genuine Soft Spot For The Overthinking
Sleeping In Paradise
Raining Until Only The Head Would Float
Within The Sadism That Teach
And Then Relies On The Masochism It Preach
A Monolith Love Machine
Self Aware
Self Serviceable
Yet An Omni Directional Variety
A Cure For Wellness
Capable Of Feeding Every Animal
(Protein For The Meta)
Capable Of Kneading Any Orifice
(The Macchiato Drip)
Capable Of Treating All Erogenous Zones
(Automata Ecstacy Exploration)
Yet Curse By Perpetual Agitation
Prone To Combustion By Consistent Starvation
For There Lacks A Sense For Intimate Liberation
Far Too Little Passion Divided In A Universe
Never Enough Of A Helping To Satisfy The Void's Hunger
This Is The Erotic Personification
Of Letting One's Desire Eat To Its Fill
And Then Be Eaten By The Addiction
She Is Evidence Of When Emptiness Is Worth Saving
Once Tolerance Set In
But The Craving Eats The Heart Out In Its Entirety
The Desire Implode The Positivity One Has Worked Life Long To Earn
The Requirement For Stimulation Will Rewire One's Mind
To Almost Robotic Contention
There Is No Semblance
Just Submission
Wetting The Tongue With Curses That Entices The Curiosity
Now Climax Is The Greatest Priority
Regardless
This Void Will Always Eat
With An Unending Appetite
There Is A Demand For Chronological Variety
Never Once Accepting The Disrespect Of Being Given A Meal
Without Even Earning The Crumbs
This Void Will ALWAYS Eat
Within Her Universe
Behind The Amethyst Entrance
In The Room Farthest South
There Is Only Complete Freedom."
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The Neon Genres: !MONOLOGUES FROM THE ASTRONAUT DYNASTY!
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