Ascetic Life
my rage is something else
lives an ascetic life- pathetic
glances about space
taking time to choose-
erase- delude & replace.
come to me on your knees
whispering quiet submissive
"please" tickling my fancy,
covering me in wicked delight.
i refuse to stop you & our
fight is a merging (collision)
bloody bonds, bared teeth &
shared defeat.
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