Saturday, June 16, 2012


In my eyes
saw the cutting of a fleshed
up demon hazed in terrible
all calmative regret!
His eyes were soothed
by power of breath.
My breath!
I breathed. Yes, I breathed.
Did I swallow? Yes.
I am glamorized as well
as shadowed.
I am deep.
I am tight.
You may not know
because you have yet to
experience this sensation
of my disaster sex.

I am contemplative.
I will tip you over the edge.
I am demon like you.

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