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Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic. Ink on this tapestry paints chiaroscuros, I may indeed be tantalized by rigor mortis and necrobiotic. Today, in a xenodochial meeting, gaiety yearning a velleity that the cloudy mind of rictus is quixotic. This jejune was a voluptuous woman who had me limeranced incandescent with a nocturne abattoir melody in my ears. A slight brush of velvets, a susurrous yearning yonic, we set off to osculate rhapsodic. Her diaphanous dress vanishes, a coruscate in her eye incipient as we waltzed through the vitae of sultry. As we  began to undulate a light rumble in my throat as tenebrous swirls back into psyche, I find purchase blurring to a rapture and then it all went into a nebulous. I awoke with an unfathomable start unlike any other I have ever experienced, angel lay hubad and I some vile twisted scientist, a sterile silver metal room and alabaster paint, lamia serenades a sylph grimoire this nigh, monsters creating creatures xenotransplantation. Her eyes flicker open, bound she tries to shriek, I cover her mouth lips on cheek injecting a serum concoction I know naught what it wrought but I know it will make my fecund little damsel obeisance, winces she convulses froth spews out her mouth as offal lacerates and slowly bursts forth from her innards. A pearl plummets my cheek as I give a lata goodbye, fetta scarlet necklace, holding our kiss as she lachrymose ribbons her life onto me, I inhale her last gurgling breath, exhale of death, scrumptious tang of iron and fete, delicious.

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