A Proposal
Wrapped in innocence of translucence,
The stream of innocence sooths the eyes;
The heart remains the opaque bed-
Coloured in whatever arches over
Or when a hurried stream violates the tranquility
of
Silt, Shit, stones and treacherous thorns.
Come my love,
You can sit on the side,
Admire my beauty,
And feel the tranquility.
Come my love,
Gaze into my flow,
Feeling it rush into your body
And burning you into orgasm.
Come my love,
Just jump inside me,
Slithering through the facades,
And you will find my true love.
Love that is unpretentious, honest, savage.
Love that is ravenous, fulfilling and
hollowing.
Love that will lead us to transcendence.
My love, join me in my love of decadence!
It is right underneath that translucent
stream of my ‘gentleness’.
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