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Heavenly Hostess

Contributed by Incognito_Bombastus on Monday, 22nd June 2009 @ 05:31:44 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



THE HEAVENLY HOSTESS.

"and the multitude sat about him, and they said unto him, behold, thy mother and thy bretheren

without seek for thee. And he answeredn them, saying, who is my mother, or who is my brethrern?"
Mark 3. 32-33 KGV.

Pitiless, insaitable.
A virgins grotto cupped in the rock
Suppliant open arms, bovine blue eyes
- the virgin gave birth to nothing.

Gash in the rock pittiless, insaitable.
Oval light a plinth of bone,
many armed one, my lovers carress,
Sweet destroyer arise.

Imps grimace mean, voyers carnivorous
To the scene, clinging to your thighs
Limp bodies in your opiate grasp seen.
Monsterous teeth and seductive red smile.

Pestilence upon you is sweet
Low cut garb, flowing silk,
I'll lap your skin
Sweet as mothers milk.

All hellish poison is your perfume
Apple scent fermented
I fawn, I fall knee bent at your feet.
Libations to amuse, drink, incense from the
Temple, smoke. Imbide the spirits that
Your sacremental patens proffers.

I worship at your winged beautiful self
Enthrowned upon your tower of bone.
Death is yur shadows sleep. Your face my sweet
Tears, alone.

All this world burns away before
Your sweet feminine visage.
The light that burns in your eyes sharp,
Like thorns. Empties time, capyures mine.

Damnation sort with the self cheaply bought
As comes the night, so goes the frustrations of my appetite.

'Come and suckle poor wolf cub shaking
This pleasure is of your own making'.
Sweetly she speaks with the courage of the ages...

' I am the
Circe of the islands,
Lillith of the gardens
The dark lady unknown,
Luciferia of fear
Alchemia of the petel dew
Lucy wild that nature never slew,
Lucrezia fair of airy Ferarra
Princess Elizabeth of plains Pannonian
Sophia had as wisdoms stone,
Salome of the dance vengeful.
Lamiae serpent cannibal queen
Istar the terror
Isis of the waters
Messilina of the palace whores
A thousand faces of fear, fantasy and fancy yours.
I'm Sheeba insaite
Ruselands Cathrine the great.

I am not what I am
I am all
I conspire and confirm your great downfall.

Come lie with me here
Cloaked on my doube velvet bier.
I too shall lie awash in my intoxicant
Ripples growing circumpherential strong.

And when you awake; this earth will be haunted with an an eternal song.
Wolf cub like to wolf, new awoken wolf
Heart of ice. Listen to my bloodlusts thrice'.

Cherry blood on white soft skin
Giantess caress
Tear in lust.

" I've sort you the years of my youth
Touch me design and destroy
In truth, your startled acolyte".

I claw in trapped flight
"My giantess beautiful
Lie with me as I drink this fee,
Never to transfrer its dying plea".

My true mother lover
Clasp me to your bossums full liquor
I lie atop a sacriligious stone and
Covertous is my very own.
Never shall it cease
I'll rejoice in its open ease.

To suckle at my ***** teat
To lay between her rising feet
' I'll be with you alway
My figure and form shall not let you away my pet'.

She lay a scribbnered skull
As my pillow, I lay in exotic wallow, mounting flesh
My eyes are weak in rest.
Sleep the mandrake
Upon mid summers solstice.
Phalic rites, elemental delights
My princess perfect feet engulf my phallus weak.

She passes nameless as she came
My consorts unknown eternal name.




Copyright © Incognito_Bombastus ... [ 2009-06-22 17:31:44]
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Re: Heavenly Hostess (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Monday, 22nd June 2009 @ 09:58:25 PM AEST
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I.B., may I say, quiet the display of poetic prowess. . . extraordinary, infact. I love to read you. elle




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