Lust takes the wheel
I wish to drown in your scent
For all that was ever real
Altered by the desire to taste
Eros and I made a deal
Perverse conscious reaching climax
To your moans that echo so deep
Succumbed to the festered wishes of sin
I awaken...
-2023.12.5
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A Bed Made of Spiders
No Ficciónpoems and pondered thoughts about my self-made agonizing world
