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February 27, 2005
Little Red Ridding Hood
There is no escape,
Here we are, with my verses
Ropped around your wrists, your feet
Tangled in the web I weave, and the
Sweet acceptance of surrender
It's the images I feed you
Peeled citrus sours, pulped
Juices on your lips, the feel
Of my breath on your neck, and
The sooth of my teeth on your skin,
The way I caress your face with my hair,
And the way I tell you in sordid details,
How and what I will do to you, as you close
Your eyes and simmer within your limbs,
Ir's the blood I draw, teasing your breasts,
Pulling your dark nipples between my tongue, and lips
And penetrate you, my vessels, my fingers and my wrists
Bringing you closer, out of your Polar sleep, coloring you
In hues deep, my reds, and oranges, my ambers and golds,
Breaking your skin, I sip in, flooding you in my filth,
My disease, erecting in you my Celestial Ghosts, taking you
Mouth to mouth, lips devouring lips, breathing in you,
With you on all fours, crawling, on your belly,
Every pores,Oriffices, and cavities
Your creature, your Ghoul, of your wanting,
Your discretions, Your Wicked Beauty, Your descent,
Your fall, your words, papers, your dreams, your metall,
My maidens, my mermaids,my whores, my Goddesses, my alter,
My humor, my geography, my bones,the casteration you wittnessed,
The chill, my winter, my season, my Saphire skys, my call,
My morsels, my dagger, your throat, your damage, my soul
And the mirror I give you,
the beauty you will find, porcelain skin,
Long Blackened mane, pouting lips of red,
All, and all, my allowance to you, so
You come again, and take a closer
Look in the woods
Posted by Idinraha at February 27, 2005 04:55 PM