béant

béant,
my sex filled with your cock

néant,
your silence, gone

le béant du néant.


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pour Monsieur Os

liquid gold

Perverse priestess
princesse in prostration
before your lingam
so splendid & brilliantly
erect in the sun...

Not in adoration
heart sobbing
the golden rod has melted :
hot molten liquid of golden bliss.

Crawling forward to embrace
whispering her magickal words
invocations of lava

Throwing herself into the pool
rolling & covering her skin
permeating her soul

In pure triumphant alchemy as
Phallus & Princesse become one.



pour Monsieur Os
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