In piquant sins we cast aside our
fake skins
And you, enthralling nymph, I
ravish.
Merciless… disloyal… broken…
With enriched fear I thrust you with
death’s silken shrouds
In a fiery obliteration of all that
ever was or will be,
Mesmerized by the exquisite taste of
your ambrosial flesh…
Spicy… Rhapsodic… Rosy…
The nifty apathy of the forbidden gods
we lacerate
By magical earthquakes of impish and
shameful passions –
I worship thy playful hatred of the tenebrous
quill,
You sacrifice my uncharted and
mirthful misery,
And we are picturesque shackled
together
In a primal kisses pastel of infinite
stunning animosity.
You gracefully devour my void. A
luscious stained glass of viscous ruby nectar,
Celebrating our flawless erotic cowardice,
is shattered in chimerical ruins of devotion.
A timeless disdain between our perky
ghosts ends in satin shivers of abyssal Elysium,
Under the Chaos’s sparkling indifference
chiseled in transcendent resurrection.
We find the mystic truth worthy of
being condemned
To voluptuous submission and then savagely
die,
While, as the ravens foretold, we
are wonderfully blessed to be damned
Into ravenously loving each other under
the alluring shades of a relishing lie.
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