"She-here"...under soft moss, beautiful, beneath scented and sea-song ivy....petal-layered, and nectar-venue blushed, fire flowers dosed in wave foam, fold clinging, in silk thread, as she opens like the birth of a goddess against my mouth, "i...here".... tongue trapped, lip crushed, caught in sugar tides as hip bones rise...sinking, doomed and delicious into her soul of quicksand-hell flowers and slow honeycomb, adrift in rapid-rage- Karosine rivers of burning syrup and suction ....now a slave to the will of a pink-veiled and blood-flushed,..torch-song pearl, tongue-pin-pulled, on a gemstone grenade...too late, fuse lit...no eacape,...breath-stuck, face stained in her ravenous war paint, seizure gripped, lip split, tongue tied, rodeo ride, velvet muscles, crush, squeeze, release...then...."gasp"...before...."D-d-dohnnnt move".....

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omg......

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Hopefully that's a good thing lol

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Oh, and it's "nectar-VENOM-blushed not venue lol it wouldn't allow me to edit lol

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"Smithereened"~by moi: it starts off as slowly as dripping molasses. a thinner syrup oozes out and puddles at the bottom, the top, the sides, its source some un-navigated oasis spring in the center of the world. stickily, it coats the pearl of great price between pink petals sans "he does not love you's". dewdrops like new-morning mercies beckon honeysuckle fingertips, and i am warm. there is 1 of us then 2, in various convolutions, back-breaking permutations, profundities that come out in desperate, scathing gasps. i'm being murdered. i'm being stabbed by curiosities that killed many ******* before mine. i'm being picked up and moved, and i buck my hips in protestant protestations. writhing. i am about to death rattle but i lay still and let it trickle and pool, let it glisten so slick....then i thrust them in thick, head punch-drunk. there is a stillness whence i stagger, jagged-edged, over the ledge. i am dying tiny sweet deaths, sighing deep sugary breaths, praying namaste's to blue-blanketed space, hole-punched stars, jupiter and mars.

i have invented them.

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Wow...beautiful

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Wow, you have a way with words, very witty and interesting, which from me is high praise, I write, and am very rarely impressed, but you've impressed me, Bravo : )

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If I could give this 10 ♡'s I would very, very clever, anyone who thinks it's drug induced is an idiot who probably doesn't understand what your metaphors are about anyway, pay the morons no mind

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awww thank you so much!! so sweet of you.

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And would she, having stared through the bars of my plight, feel desire...and ache for me? Hannibal Lecter, reciting Dante'

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should*

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I never got why people fear the illuminati. It's being afraid of vampires.

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