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[title] => The Serpent Awaits
[time] => 2006-09-04 23:47:22
[hometext] => her tongue licked her teeth like sensuality caressing violence
[bodytext] => A room in shadowed gloom doused in sweet red perfume eyes like a wolf of the cold and blackest heart her tongue licked her teeth like sensuality caressing violence vampirical and lyrical like rain in the dark An animal in a teal green dress corset strained by carnal thirst sexuality imprisoned , screaming 'neath the weight of proper decor Her grin whispered silent dreams of awful and delicious things her breast seemed to swell and gorge with the maddening of the tempest roar She then threw the shutters apart the storm howled like the morning star plummeting from cliffs of heaven into swirling abyss of gnashing teeth She climbed down through the safe windows of our restraint and social credos into the vortex of unknown and the black of witches breath Many years her vanished form lay heavy 'pon the shadowed gloom Still her smell of red perfume broods and breeds my saddness In a letter written to her priest Said she , I am now releashed to wash my face , thoughts and teeth in the blood of bestial maddness I've felt the seed of her infection knelt and gorged on blood seduction drained and decapitated the beasts in the late evening fields Heed me now ye of the light taste not the flesh of the serpent's night farewell to you and the cliffs of heaven she awaits outside my window [comments] => 4 [counter] => 237 [topic] => 13 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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