the baron awakens

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.

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