DarkSvengali

13 Aug 2018

The Feast

A quick poem. Ode to cunnilingis

My arms lock round your trembling thighs,My hands bolted round your squirming wrists,My lips brush your slit to the chorus of your sighs,Awaiting my hunger your quivering turns and twists,I drag my tongue the length of your melting core,You push your cent...

DarkSvengali

10 Aug 2018

Boredom Interrupted

With tornadic force, I strip her day job to the floor, And rip the seams of her burden of social graces, I pound away at a life that has withered to a chore, I change the tempo of her mundane paces. I carve away the plastic smile that others have fashione...