isanybodyoutthereoutthereoutthereouthereoutherouherouoooo...?
Dearest Audience,
have my words touched you? tortured you? tickled you? tell me. i am open. thepoems@operamail.com.
tell me if i suck, and if so, where do i suck you? i hope it is at the small of your back, where your ass meets your spine. the sacral mound. that is where i wish these lettered lips might suck, suck, suckle evermore.
i SUCK.
suck the ill from your worried mind. toungue you there. in the small of your hind. flicker my tongue like a flittering flame. allow all your yech to drain out your brain... the piss of your mind, flush it south and i shall sucksuck suuuckle it faster. suck. suck it out the small of your back. the sacral mound. there i shall climb to bray, bray, bray to thine doGess above thine hinder... for your eternal release. i drink thy sins... hot like illiac wine on my lips... suck suckle sip... sip sipple... kiss... kissle suckle, suck... kiss... kissle… brush cheek… peck… whisper… shhhhhh… mmmmm… cooooooo… kisskiss… shhhhhhh...
...and there you shall sleep... sleep, for a shortlong while, until a new wetness trickles up from the reserves hidden in all the deepest cracks of you. hidden like ancient spring water... that glory that you know you have always held and never truly tasted... waiting for the world to reawaken, when all ills have left, and it is once more safe to release purity... allow it to trickle up your mortal cup… up, into your warm clay form. fill you like an earthen vessel. until your fascade cracks, shatters, and falls away to ashes, so the new you might rize... rize... and flutter bye, bye, bye once more.
flutter bye by and bye, dearest dutterflies... like dancing cherry blossum petals on a many acred breeze... flutterbyeby&bye.
if these words have had any impact (ill or favored) on your fragile mortal knowing, reply in kind. i cannot continue this earthly trek without being fed. Feed back, tell your friends to read me and make comments. the more notes of honest responses, the stronger i will grow, and if you are helpfull, i will reveal my true face. warning: if you find me out, you will know me from a deep knowing place, for i am in the PUBLiC i, but which eye i myght spy wit, depends on which side you munch the pie. Ooooooooooo, how very Loooo ee Qarrol 'o' me. Back into the looking glass with you, Loooo eez. K?
~so says the ego of ITWITIS...,,,;;; kller de la wrds.
have my words touched you? tortured you? tickled you? tell me. i am open. thepoems@operamail.com.
tell me if i suck, and if so, where do i suck you? i hope it is at the small of your back, where your ass meets your spine. the sacral mound. that is where i wish these lettered lips might suck, suck, suckle evermore.
i SUCK.
suck the ill from your worried mind. toungue you there. in the small of your hind. flicker my tongue like a flittering flame. allow all your yech to drain out your brain... the piss of your mind, flush it south and i shall sucksuck suuuckle it faster. suck. suck it out the small of your back. the sacral mound. there i shall climb to bray, bray, bray to thine doGess above thine hinder... for your eternal release. i drink thy sins... hot like illiac wine on my lips... suck suckle sip... sip sipple... kiss... kissle suckle, suck... kiss... kissle… brush cheek… peck… whisper… shhhhhh… mmmmm… cooooooo… kisskiss… shhhhhhh...
...and there you shall sleep... sleep, for a shortlong while, until a new wetness trickles up from the reserves hidden in all the deepest cracks of you. hidden like ancient spring water... that glory that you know you have always held and never truly tasted... waiting for the world to reawaken, when all ills have left, and it is once more safe to release purity... allow it to trickle up your mortal cup… up, into your warm clay form. fill you like an earthen vessel. until your fascade cracks, shatters, and falls away to ashes, so the new you might rize... rize... and flutter bye, bye, bye once more.
flutter bye by and bye, dearest dutterflies... like dancing cherry blossum petals on a many acred breeze... flutterbyeby&bye.
if these words have had any impact (ill or favored) on your fragile mortal knowing, reply in kind. i cannot continue this earthly trek without being fed. Feed back, tell your friends to read me and make comments. the more notes of honest responses, the stronger i will grow, and if you are helpfull, i will reveal my true face. warning: if you find me out, you will know me from a deep knowing place, for i am in the PUBLiC i, but which eye i myght spy wit, depends on which side you munch the pie. Ooooooooooo, how very Loooo ee Qarrol 'o' me. Back into the looking glass with you, Loooo eez. K?
~so says the ego of ITWITIS...,,,;;; kller de la wrds.
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