I want to abort, contort you through my
womb…
Lucid, I see life moving in you, abstract
forms growing, showing me underneath….
Veins, peek, greet me….
I run my hand through your crimson waters,
touching bone, licking lips, tracing tips….
You harden, pleasing me….
I watch you change, eyes dyed, foot printing
steps back to the living….
You crawl to taste me, to fill
what lays beneath…
On acid trips, skin ripples,
disembowels….
Heaven spills as I play with
demons and angels, both
fucking me in manly pinks, my flesh
frilly…..
I twirl my tongue around you, uncovering
what you keep so neatly tucked away….
Don’t be scared now, for I hold the key
to your soul, either angelic or darkness,
your choice…..
PoeticDarkness 
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