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Lost Lullabies

Tags: erotic, dark
Alone in my boudoir,
of shuttered gables
and tall trees.
Like a boa,
I wear moss.
Sashaying in dance,
as if a jester.

Erotically driven 
and mysterious.
I whisper to my oblivious.
The inner-self of me.
My penis throbbing.
Midnight fornication
haunting me.

Nakedly in shadows 
of my lair.
Poetically masturbating
at my window sash.
My cum cascading, 
like tides exploding on rocks.
I pirouette in candle light.

Tasting my juices spent.
Licking my lips,
as I glare.
Her picture on my mind,
fleeting across the floor.
Seeking soft flesh,
I miss. 

On parchment I scribe.
Overtaken by insomnia
and melancholia.
Sipping Absinthe
from crystal.
Writing alphabet psalms.

The rain falls outside,
beneath the drowning moon.
Life is but a puddle
within a spoon.
My swill comforts me.
Alter ego surviving. 

Plop-plop goes the raindrops.
Within the confines on my abode,
I wander chamber to chamber,
seeking my love.
Questioning not my sanity,
with vanity I am me 

As I scribble
alone in my boudoir,
of tall gables.
My muse touches me,
with long lost lullabies.

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