Taste for a FanI know what the future holdsTaste for a Fan by poetOflore
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It is better said, that I know what your future holds.
There is not a place on your trembling body that will not be touched by my secrets, by my sweet nothing whispers cascading over such supple flesh.
and when you are alone in the dark room, neverhwere light from somewhere cascading, illuminating the form of such beauteous design it will be the slide show photograph image of myself, standing there with you.
Carnal wanting,Carnal Woman, the likes of which not even Neruda could fathom thinking, dreaming, yearning to taste, to feel that saccharine alive... that one gets from articulate hungry candy coated lips
"why him?" you ask the night
Because you are caged by my words, trapped by the reflections of pure libertine soul, they excite you, they create an anticipation that frees it self through your soft gasps in stale air.
So I am invented through imagination, standing behind you, wanting you, desire in its purest form. Wanting me to want to taste, to feel sl
The Sickness in youThe Sickness is beautifulThe Sickness in you by poetOflore
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The taste, the texture, the feel
Of melancholy memory
The Scars are spectacular,
The stories, The stars, The worlds,
on the tip of my tongue
The image is arousing,
The Skin, the bone, the soul
Under intelligent eyes
The Sickness is beautiful,
The hips, the arms, the thighs
An Aphroditic gateway
A tomb In which I,
Would gladly die.