An erotic poem written for the Libertine inside us all.

Hunger lingering behind the black leather mask of malice in the hallway of mirrors,
Phallic pillars of dominance overhang with masticatory intentions,
Contorting serpents writhing in pheremone overture fill the gape with sultry incense,
Clandestine fantasies smother the mouth of innocence and restrain ravenous souls with horse whips to their submissive hides,
Starving man beasts from myth and dream taste painted women cloaked by fishnet veils under a moon of majesty.

Behold the throne of mother earth rising from the dirt floor in the guise of fire and disappearing into the dark maelstrom above,
Accepting her charmed thespians into a milky bosom of goodness; behind the flames born of yearning, formed by air, an unbridled hand pulls satisfyingly at the stimulating mirage of a mussy fur,
The empress in her elemental embodiment fans out succulent lower limbs and sensually liberates a feu de joies of hypnotic distinction from salacious lips of voluptuosity to her kingdom of flesh and bone,

Nature in the forefront and life without end the irreligionist world heralds the sodomitic freedom of self indulgence, Pervasive vibrations open up the rich and fertile land to the demi god farmers who plant the seed of respite with muscle wands and syrupy lubricants, Spells of wonder lust are cast and acknowledged by the shadows, The fabric of existence is stitched to the skin of survival, Inhabitants find solace, Truth is their virtue.

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