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Near the fire
A Poem
You can still seduce such desirous gems floating in the fog,
hiding under the guise of love, spreading lust to every corner of creation.
But I think Aren’t you just a little bit sorry?!
Don’t be such a Puritan you say as you slip your cock in my waiting mouth.
The fun will someday vanish into history like a musty mist. But for now,
We can think back to the days when we deflowered mammoth virgins
Who hung about in the vapors.
We did it all for each other!
The fun is vanishing, it’s true, but I still find you so
Strangely desirous hiding in the darkness, here amid the unseen flowers Where I suck off splintering vampires inside the dreamscape of a fiery brain.
And with a devilish laugh you come.
The demon will one day die but not before he gets it up again: a devil’s hard On unfit for unsure but hopeful damsels who are blurring at the edges of Creation, devote with empty hands under skies such as this — the victims of Such lust.
So I cast one final spell, sending those away, they who forgot to go home a long time ago, talking to themselves, saying they somehow thirst for more.
