Pile of flesh entangled,
Fingers, limbs invading,
Stretching thin the membrane
Between love and violence,
Warm, wet, and pulsating,
Slick with bodily fluids,
Of the pure sensation,
Nihilistic ritual,
In agony moaning,
Overwhelming odors,
On the brink of choking,
Breathing frantically,
Puts me to sedation,
In the darkness, drowning.
- Author: Gewar ( Offline)
- Published: May 28th, 2024 10:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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