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Windmill Of The Mind

Tags: erotic, dark
The windmill of my mind,
where I scribe moonlight ebony
of sensuality and gifts.
Immortality I bequeath,
writing on un-borrowed prose.

Behind shuttered gables.
Tapers dripping tears.
The swill in my cup,
like juices supped. 
My muse soothes me,
kissing upon my cock.

Soul of bountiful pleasures.
My lips hungering for you.
Etching on shredding parchment,
like precum dripping from my quill.
Aura of the vampire.

Slowly your tongue follows, 
your ever given thought.
Not resting on laurels
inhaling my thick shaft,
as the metronome ticks. 

My drool oozing...
oozing on your open portal.
Your clit throbbing,
as banshees choir
darkness of the abbey. 
The windmill of my mind, 
writing on un-borrowed prose.

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