I am your Guru…you a whore, arching,
your mouth my cock’s bed as my tongue
takes laps between your thighs,
dancing on your labia of bitter cyanide
a requiem, prayer of ecstacy
drawing blood, because…
death never felt so good
clawing at my back
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Orgasm of the Black Flame (Halloween Haunted Whore Series)
“Clothing and small objects floated lazily upon...
