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Erotic Tempest
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adagio_sabadicus

Erotic Tempest

Tags: erotic
In the obsidian heirloom of my dust, 
I cast shadow, falsetto of my mime, 
On crusty tomes and yellowing pages. 

In the well of my creative cavity,
My insomnia grasp me by the chill, 
Like the quill, I scribe fornications.

Born of spawning and steeping brew, 
Ginseng tea and my scribbling pen stew,
Cock and vagina, like fine china I queue. 

Crunching words in far reaches of my sanity,
In the deep cracks of my mortality,
Sensual pleasures of the erotic tempest.

On the edge of yesterday I reflect,
Lest we forget fortnight ago,
In the mirror of coming tomorrows.

Copulation and salutations, I mend,
Like a loom I spin my ilk,
Being as I am the poet, I comprehend.

Genuflecting at the crevice of dawning slit, 
With tongue and lips, I kiss,
Giving my proclivities of clit, I hiss.

The cunt the cornucopia of all pleasures,
Entrée of divine, I feed my soul. 
In accepting the horn, I hum man cum.

Within the bellows of nearing storm,
Braying masturbation, my wind song. 
Sensual pleasures of the erotic tempest.

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