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04-13-2014, 07:22 AM
She came to him, body electric, sizzling, pervading. His Maria, Persephone, floated from the wafting, waiting palms, like beckoning alms, piercing sirens, and he grappled over the rocks to savor her warm, ample cascades. Riveted, fixated, hungry, and wanton, he craved the infidel taste, the smooth conjecture of her peace, her tranquility, her serenity, fell over the puddles and remnants, drowned into the dissolution of her desires. Through silence, through hushed motions and movements, he endeavored another rumination, another exploration, of her body, pressed his amulet forged in death towards her brow, a feral kiss along her sword, a haunting, scorching caress pricked down the blades of her shoulder. Yearning finessed into undone passions, desecrating temple creeds and faith through the pricking of his carnal, corporeal urgency, a flame, an inferno, a tempest ignited by her breath, by her hopes and wishes, by the peace she possessed and the declarations he seized. Beneath the bright hues and menagerie of color, he stole, reaped, sowed, absconded the worthy riches of her deeds, unholy and meticulous, sultry and sensual, bowing to naught and no one but her. Seductive hymns contorted over anarchical splendor, eldritch incantations, trapped and entranced, allured and finessed into the art of craving, the specters and wraiths of lust, thirst, aspirations and greed tumbling into the avaricious coils of his sinister touches, his ghostly strokes, his deadly brushstrokes, his machinated pledges. Across the planes of her neck, delving along her throat, mouth of sin stripped her plumes, her virtues; her skin was all his, dominated, influenced, and consumed. Entrenched and beguiled, spellbound and desecrated, he devoured each ambrosial part of her heart, of her body, of her soul, bore his salacious, sinister entity into hers. Subservient to her whims, her fancies, her rain, he met the satin essence of her hide and whispered devastating nothings into its silken terrain; murmured undying devotion, unholy deliberations, pulsed menacing, malicious hymns, selfishly mapped every region as his until they were both soused, seduced. i'm not here looking for absolution, because I found myself an old solution |
