Phoenix of my rising,
Darkness my birth, sensuality my keep.
The strings of my mind, cellos hum my soul,
I seek not forgiveness, of my enunciations.
Threads of scribbling, my meandering pen,
In corners of my renaissance, I comprehend.
Coronation of my penis, this given writ,
Empathy I sing.
Olden quill, meet's mere opinions spite,
For they ignore true erotic quest.
In the humbleness of my soul chest,
I swill out my nightly lust.
In truth I thirst, liken beings of me,
Keeper of verses and gate's key.
Poetically swaying my proclivities,
Proclamation of fornication's, thrusting quill.
In monochrome celluloid, I bend,
Evidence of my being, boughs swing.
Like bark of a tree,
Armor skin protects me.
I bare my cross, next to my cuckoo,
Like a mirror it reflects my alteration.
The mainspring of my fest,
Phoenix of my rising.
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