| Fire sinks below horizon�s breast, sunblood spills,
soaks godless soil with promised blush, entices form to swell and softly part, drink flame and bear immortal contradiction�s weight. Submission�s rapture urges horned moon arise, grave-silent ambiguity to wake, embrace new yielding, silver fluid calm yet warm to touch. Gods tumble, quicken heart and bleed to life. The killing fields are done with now, dry thrust of tired sacrifice won�t silence dreams or my sacred scream for you in sweat of wild and open I am ready to yield only honest gold, abandon senses sigh to groan slow pleasure�s climb to formless fall upon your hand or vibrant blade. Divine the touch and take my aching world. |
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