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Your body so cold, sweat by the fire
I have no memories with you, only desire
Our wet bodies swarm next to each other
Beautiful demon, there could be no other
You’re the force behind my sin
You’re the black buried deeply within
When we make love, my life begins
My fantasies hold only you within
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You sit beside me. Your body trembles with lust. I smell your desires from here.
Over your flesh rises steams of transgression, misting through your skin, through your sheer.
Unknown to me how anyone could resist the smell, the scent that has taken us over.
Seething inside, I cannot resist the sweet taste of your crimson clover.
Touching, groping, laughing, moaning, gleefully tasting every inch that I can.
I can’t, I won’t stop this beastly carnality, the smell of your sex began.
Lips to flesh, so moist and sweet, your legs gripping tighter with every kiss.
Lust in love, the burden of desire, the flowing cataract of your shaking bliss.
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Domina.
Seeking angels’ feathers to tether ‘neath the chill of her leather.
The sweat of the struggle; sweet agony of pleasure.
Such dusking weather, like a snake she slithers.
Seeking to whither all of the day’s come-hithers.
The tears of the innocent, her only true treasure.
Domina.
Under each gasping breath, her somber caress.
Brings the warmth of death from beneath her nightdress.
The earth is her playground, her labia, mine.
Falling together ‘neath the moon’s argentate shine.
Domina.
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C. Allen Thompson – 2012
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Nocturnity beneath a shimmering, silvered moon, I walk amid a lifting wisp
In this necropolis where the curse of Sol did so timidly dim
Casting dispersion upon the western sky; Luna’s children arc to their goddess
Over the cold Autumn soil I saunter, staring aloft to such celestial majesty
Lowly, a voice carries through the dusking air, which ignites me in such carnality
Embers dim where her silhouette arises, a form of despite where my eyes are frozen.
A Carnival of Fables 