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Darkness Is Only What You See

I write within my being.
Darkness is only what you see. 
Sensuality has no bounds,
if one is white of the heart.
Scribing words of prose,
and my cock throbbing. 

Poetic verse,
written on dusk.
Accompanied by spirits,
vaporizing with kiss. 
Ebony shadows on the wall.
Testicles up tight.

My muse seduces my flesh.
Stroking after the Griffon brays
on it's mane of gilded rage.
Lactating my ink
into my well, 
her hips rise. 

Scribing from the cupola 
beneath green ivy,
on the shores of Aberdeen, 
as hanging moss sways. 
Sighing eerily.

Musical ensemble
whispering silently,
on dead-string cellos. 
The Grand Harp strums
it's aria and arabesque. 

I precum on stationary.
Succumbing to her thirst.
Feeding on her womanhood, 
my lips drip, 
potion of my muse.
Lady Fata Morgana.


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