Fri
Dec
5
Full Water
Please waltz by
I’ll put on a mask and scare,
stare.
Desire for a minor seduction?
Attracting my prey
two by two
you.
Tides are pulles from their pools
sand dries out the corpse.
Swim
more than the sea,
swallowed.
Jet black hair
speeds
and stuns the pigs,
two by two.
The moon
refills the adrenaline.
Goddess,
the Queen O’ Mean,
lean.
Feminine shots
bury a vessel
through the lungs,
sipping crimson pigs
through my chalice.
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I wrote this poem when I was 13, before I had much of a concept of BDSM. This proves that this shit comes naturally. Who else could have written that? Exactly.
