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Boggy Bottoms

Tags: erotic, dark
On glebe of boggy bottoms
where peat moss lay still. 
Upon the surface of frost,
and broken bits of parchment.
Showcasing the webs of windmill.

The words of Adagio
written in lust,
as virgins sigh on pages.
Lusting for me, 

Aspiring to be my lovers.
Suckling me to their teats.
I feast. 
Lactate for my tongue,
until the morning sun.

The old windmill my abbey.
My quill lay still
by the inkwell, 
and within my cracked chalice.
Juices from their cunts. 

Fornicating into immortality.
Riding upon my cock.
The clinging green ivy,
expires and turns to dust.
As they receive my kiss.

Winds blow the mill blades,
as they turn with low moans.
Broken bits of parchment scatter.
My lovers parting their thighs,
beneath the beams
with peering eyes.
Showcasing the webs of windmill.

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