The inkwell tumbles over welkin and wit; her seething susurrations invite slumberous disregard
The puissant voluptuary, the sadist, the con, swallows me with magmatic lips, melting resolve and self-control
Fervid angst transudes through saucers into lacustrine stains and chilling horripilation; restrained by fists of silk and ichor ropes
She chases me through my tenebrous id, past the inescapable eyes of lecherous flies, the cunning guise of treacherous lies, and the emotional cries of sanguinolent dyes
Her torment reigns until sunlight laves the room, and she discards the ossified remains of this tremorous calyx
I watch in awe, rent and raw, through verdant diaphaneity, as others wake from restful repose, and I wonder how…
Yet, ever alone, I anticipate nightfall, lachrymal, and her unwelcome company
art: veil by Peterio
Wow (or golly gee to go with your goodness on mine earlier)
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Well I nearly got the vapors earlier
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I just really don’t have a good enough response to match that … 🤣
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🤓
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Bravo
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Thank you sir
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Wow!! Your language skills are amazing! I loved this 😊
“She chases me through my tenebrous id, past the inescapable eyes of lecherous flies, the cunning guise of treacherous lies, and the emotional cries of sanguinolent dyes”
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I appreciate that, thank you
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