ok...we agreed...
i mean
its not that easy
but you agreed
that your
eyes wouldn't land you
in trouble...
wouldnt call the
accursed thing
the
abomination...the salt that
burned your raw soul
i mean...
come on!
you saw him...
he saw you,
all the good natured
smiling back
and forth
but you were
aware of the
seething
beneath
the
surface...the fact that
lust seemed to just
grow...and grow...and grow...and grow...
and it
became
tiresome...i mean
these weren't the early
years of college...the days of carefree anon
when you
gripped mean hips and
suckled lips...
when you painted walls with
white, opaque expressions of good times and
lust fulfilled...when the appetites of
your endless stomach
spoke to you
in gutteral utterances and
demanded appeasement.
somewhere....
somewhere in the back
of your
closet...
i saw the clothing you used to wear...
saw the garments you
took off...
the ones you shed off and instead
of burning them...
you hid them in
the farther
recesses of a moth ridden closent...
smelling of camphor oil and old memories...the
sweet sticky scent of
former sexual escapades...
i saw your ellicit
clothes...
when you were
temple-priest, you know,
altar worker to the god...
you know...perversion...when you walked in heavy
worship and service of
perversion...when you were
given over to
appeasing the temprament of
of that dark god
by way of sexual conquests and those musical moans....
remember?
remember lil shortnin bread?
remember the
excitement you felt being in THAT worship...yielding of your
body and mind....and for what?
a quick nutt...and it...felt...GOOOOOOOOOOO,
man i say, it felt good beyond good and you became addicted and the
god was momentarily appeased but more
importantly he was empowered...each
occurance,
each sexual coupling...
each time
was worship, strengthening that antiquitous fertility god...and you loved it
and he loved you...no, he needed you...didn't really care about you...
just needed you...
needed you to strengthen him...give him
more power, more sway...
and you happily did it...
wow...
remember that?
now you sit catching the eyes of another him...
now you sit
library-planted...years later...
new look and feel
same face...
loins speaking in gutteral
utterance...
and he's cute...he's attractive in
a chocolate way...but then
again so were the past
abominations and
do you
remember the painful abrasions left...
the cuts and
fragmentations left
by them...
do you remember the rewarding
that god had for
you in the end??
do you?
*ponder*
©2011/bloodspeaks
i mean
its not that easy
but you agreed
that your
eyes wouldn't land you
in trouble...
wouldnt call the
accursed thing
the
abomination...the salt that
burned your raw soul
i mean...
come on!
you saw him...
he saw you,
all the good natured
smiling back
and forth
but you were
aware of the
seething
beneath
the
surface...the fact that
lust seemed to just
grow...and grow...and grow...and grow...
and it
became
tiresome...i mean
these weren't the early
years of college...the days of carefree anon
when you
gripped mean hips and
suckled lips...
when you painted walls with
white, opaque expressions of good times and
lust fulfilled...when the appetites of
your endless stomach
spoke to you
in gutteral utterances and
demanded appeasement.
somewhere....
somewhere in the back
of your
closet...
i saw the clothing you used to wear...
saw the garments you
took off...
the ones you shed off and instead
of burning them...
you hid them in
the farther
recesses of a moth ridden closent...
smelling of camphor oil and old memories...the
sweet sticky scent of
former sexual escapades...
i saw your ellicit
clothes...
when you were
temple-priest, you know,
altar worker to the god...
you know...perversion...when you walked in heavy
worship and service of
perversion...when you were
given over to
appeasing the temprament of
of that dark god
by way of sexual conquests and those musical moans....
remember?
remember lil shortnin bread?
remember the
excitement you felt being in THAT worship...yielding of your
body and mind....and for what?
a quick nutt...and it...felt...GOOOOOOOOOOO,
man i say, it felt good beyond good and you became addicted and the
god was momentarily appeased but more
importantly he was empowered...each
occurance,
each sexual coupling...
each time
was worship, strengthening that antiquitous fertility god...and you loved it
and he loved you...no, he needed you...didn't really care about you...
just needed you...
needed you to strengthen him...give him
more power, more sway...
and you happily did it...
wow...
remember that?
now you sit catching the eyes of another him...
now you sit
library-planted...years later...
new look and feel
same face...
loins speaking in gutteral
utterance...
and he's cute...he's attractive in
a chocolate way...but then
again so were the past
abominations and
do you
remember the painful abrasions left...
the cuts and
fragmentations left
by them...
do you remember the rewarding
that god had for
you in the end??
do you?
*ponder*
©2011/bloodspeaks
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