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Recently by mushroom
I have a great many morals to strangle my inner animal, but it gets out of control when I imagine your bums. The mind-sight casts spells of electric madness on me and takes me on a voluptuous route, which leads to a chilling fantasy of incest. I am well aware of our relationship – a social sibling we are, yet my spinal cord reacts like a naughty spring, as the more I surpass the quicker it jumps up.
My most destructive instinct is at work, yet I feel like my body is under siege. It just can’t get over the fact that I am not what you think of me. My heart is pounding like a giant clock fixed at a roundabout, and by each passing moment I am getting thirsty. I want to suck your blood, of your veins, of your heart, of your well-crafted bodywork. I want to suck it all, through a kiss devoid of any love. Meet your Monk Dracula, the saint-demon of flesh.
Last few months have been of real vulture-like quality. I have been prying my own flesh. It is of bitter taste, of shocking brown color, and worst of all, it smells of betrayal. What a thoroughly god-like experience it has been – amoral!
Memory: Shove it down my throat if you will. Teach me a lesson if you want. Take me hostage if you can. But don’t abandon me from your presence, from your flesh-driven desire-room. I am wounded by the saga of your body’s artwork. I want to transmit my burns to your chest, so that you look like a black tigress.
Deep Thoughts: To fuck is to take away all pride that I have championed so far. It is by and large a surrender to what Nature has embedded in me. I was not willing to give up when I saw you five year ago. Back then you were skinny like a diseased spider, whose legs resemble the quality of life it has. But now you have changed a lot. Let me say, a hell lot!
Your dark skin is what makes me sweat. It makes me feel like a darker being altogether. Let me be a slave to your darkness. Let me bite your lap once and for all. Let me rub my left palm on your tragic belly-button. Let me sleep tonight! Let me sleep, O’ night!
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