You entwine my thoughts
tantalise and tease with words
as your conquest for my body
takes root within a single pat of hooves
grazing on passions grass
sweet with a devilish twist
my impulsive mind wars across untouched flesh
padding quietly in waiting, in want
famished in the groves of hell
craving affection from your torment
from your words of torture
but alas,
this fantasy is destined to wither
and death shakes my universe
singing of apocalyptic treats
as the four horsemen of the apocalypse ride
conquest, war, famine and death.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments3
Cor! defeatist ending.... revel in the first horny half with that knight and his lance ready to joust.
Mount up!
lol thanks for reading dusk
Now someone's getting greedy - four?! Swoon! lol.
hahahahaha
Love double entendre and word play and your inner meaning wrapped within the tale of revelations is very cleverly penned
thank you
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