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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cruel agony!! The brazen breath of your holy anticipation… writhing…conniving… I am spent… so, so spent…. Terrified of your superior countenance, I crush these words in the mortar of your eyes closed tight Good eye, black eye…. averting side to side Where is this mess taking me next? Tantalizing fury!! Your fingers clasp about my throat, astonishing the gods on high I have never seen the angels so irresolutely fly! Bite me and let it be over!!! This pain I have inflicted upon you is far beyond my conception The ink being squeezed from me in tasty inception Your teeth sinking in me and pulling….stretching like liquid elastic The less of me makes certain of my love for you—so drastic Your breathing mightier, more intentional, strove in the soles that tread for eons! You have me dancing on your razor-sharp ledge… The sledgehammer waiting for the moment you make your pledge Testify!!! Or die… Cringing, singing, dormant in disparity My words strive so illusively, vainly for clarity Smoothing the edge of your lips— two swords that clash I hasten within the slit to the tongue that dares such confirmation… You are my only, Without you, I am so very lonely.. Look at these tears feverishly fall When truth denies the wretchedness of your livid calls In futile reserve, it seems I have made my mark Misery is central in this looming, squirming dark You devour my mind’s passions until all that remains is yours And for a moment, I allow the rehabilitation of your force AGONY…..cruel AGONY…. Hold onto me, again I have dulled those swords, the entrance to your mouth So that when they pierce me again, I will fall to the earth with no doubt… And you will penetrate me with all of your strength, You will utter your love to me again, Then I will close my eyes in peace, And the gods can again breathe…
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