burn through daylight shimmer
to soothe Night's beguiling sorrow,
lacing
dreams
with sacred perversions:
life interrupted-
oh
yeah.
solemn blasphemies
twistin' in the air
gently caressing
smoothened hackles.
should I but choose
to
shatter
your shackles,
such slippery wordplay
could be spiritual foreplay.
a stimulating beginning
to what wonders await;
a tender body
with soul afire.
the baron awakens
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