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A Stone's Throw

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Nestled in the dark bowels of my mausoleum,
A stone's throw from mere mortals six foot deep. 
My cock rises on the dusk of cellos humming,
Strings of my midnight occasions. 

Encased in tapestry adoring my sarcophagus, 
Ingrained from my soul erotic ink I scribe, 
Of my proclivities and sexual inebriations.
I suffer not fools who squander true climaxes. 

Aura of crystalline amorous spirits upon my parchment,
Embracing the quill-phallus of my etching prose.
Fornicating on velvet of my precum I lust, 
until my hunger enters dark portals of cunt. 

The vulva the cushion on which I sleep,
My tongue burying ever deep on evening I screw.
Without scrutiny of a precursor I fuck.
I Adagio Sebadicus lighting your desire. 

Born of woman sucking on teat of warm ilk,
My immortality rose from mother's silk.
Into the metamorphic renaissance of the vampire.
A stone's throw from mere mortals six foot deep.

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