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Heart beats fast, under your skin I
want to be….to sniff the air and smell

me around…

I wonder what you do, do when no
one watches, do your eyes become
dark, opaque, do I become a whisper
that travels to places that you keep


I want to play with your subconscious,
slip in mindless theatrical, put on the

best show….for you….

Beloved slumbers as I have come out
to  perform.

Something shadowy in you rises just
underneath, below your flesh ripples,

eclipse, enough light that I see behind
the masquerade….

You call to my darkness as I do yours,

such a disguise that makes me smile,
tongue touching teeth….

You think you know, but you have no idea
what lays within…me….
How I weave you into me, in threads of


You blend so easily, as God is your judge,
and I could be your answer….
Eyes, soft, aware, wonder where your

walls lead, at the end, where pattens make
sense, and I there, in your head….

At your fingertips the world stalls on your
skull, intelligencer…..

Be true, lift the veil, show me….
I am never what you would expect,

or will I ever….

An enigma, easily concocted to fit the
Mother Earth, as you and I are one
and the same…..


Someone else…lies within me,
I can feel them take on my identity,
worm themselves inside my mysteries,
laughing at me because HE know more…

Dark, sensual HE breezes so gently
inside me, taunting, teasing, slowly
making me HIS.

He arouses me, hates me, loves me,
causes me to exploit my uninhibited
side, to indulge, release myself only
to HIS eyes…

Voyeur into HIS Dark fantasies,
and I play HIS part as HE takes over.

For I am HIS vessel into this world,
and I undress for His liking, move the
way HE wants, glistens just like HE

I lick my lips to entice, to make HIM hunger,
crave, and then HE claws my insides, what
a bloody rush to feel HIM trying to get out,
how I bleed, how HE tastes….

I like HIM there, how HE twists me up
to take all of HIM.

I am HIS shadow and HE mine, and who
may emerge one never knows…

I am HIS lover, and HIM mine, I am HIS
lunatic on carnage kisses.

HE explores every inch, pleasure
and pain, all that feels, dissolves
inside me.

You and I, transgender, enveloping
soft folds on erect deception….

Red Riding Hood riding the
wood, under bloody eyes…

Spiny canopy hides
my riddle….

Misty fingers travel amongst
ghostly cloaks as they hover
on my trembling lip….

Low growling in your throat,
for I belong to you…

You smell my perfume
between my legs, tracing
the air in dainty fingertips,
conjuring fate….

On a breeze I come
to you, on burgundy wisps,
frolicking on my lips as
a snarl erupts, your tongue

Reach words from my mouth,
before they settle, floating,
near death….

Into my neck, where Snow
White dwells, teeth against to
smudge sunsets that will live

Devoured, as I stain your
smile in delicious decadence.

You run savage through my
veins, through bestial astral….

I am yours, the lover
of Luna, silvery touches on
shadowy apparitions…..


Limbs stretched until the blues
begin to play in beastly silvers….

Arched for his destruction as lullabies
play behind lids of perverse….

Dahilas hand reaches out on ghostly
trembles, blushing brides….

Misty desserts roam closer to
phantom fingers as Rosy
greets dusk veils….

Hair bent as limbs tangle,
a new backbone created….

I am your Genesis…..
Massacred all over you in
plume corsets…..

Lips part, you enter,
walls close, insanity

shrills in disembodied

You mutilate Jack, raping
Jill on hillside nursery rhymes….

You plunge, royals cast
out in Norse hymns….
Beak protruded on skeletal seizures…..

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