Boasting orgasms, dripped from addicted tentacles,
a bad sign, burned between thights of incestuous minding.
Proclaimed souls waded through innocient blood,
sweet lullabies of war,
reflected a disconnected whole; a prostitution of emptyness.
After an objective examination, a deadly laughter.
Monstrously prides dig already invited graves.
A sun-beam beats poison to honey, slowly.
Then, a lotus appears, consumes flesh.
Peace gently wobbled between branches of a willow.
At the shore of predator's home, just a few sand-grains
playing a scene, on reality's palm.
Author notes
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This is wonderfully written and you used an erotic words too woohoo
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