I am no one. But
I lift my shirt, and now I
Am your everything.
Tag: Milo manara
Unadorned
Never was she taught
To hide that which she was; her
Power, to be shared.
Wanton
I don’t care if you
Respect me. I don’t give a
Shit who knows. I need
Your cock inside me,
Or my fucking head might just
Explode. Come on! Ahh.
Her Vows
She had found his words
By accident. One of the
Unfortunates had
Been selling them as
Pamphlets, and she had picked one
Up while cleaning. She
Regretted that choice
Every day afterward. His
Words had become her
Flesh, they were in her
And she had to touch them. When
The pamphlet was burned,
She scribbled his words
From memory and began
To touch her darkest
Deepest places. Her light
Had been swallowed by darkness.
Who would save her now?
Samael and Salamander
This volcano is
My kingdom. These molten wastes,
My lands. You, young one,
Are my subject. Would
You mock your king? Are you made
Of such stern stuff? I
Know the flame holds no
Fear for you. Your element
It is. Yet can you
Know which beasts will prey
Upon you, hid for eons
Untold in bubbling
Steam? Would you venture
Into the waters outside
This black rock, contend
With the wicked beasts
There do prowl? Come, my child.
Sit by my side. Let
Us speak of many
Things. For you have not been borne
Here by accident,
And I suspect our
Purpose is shared. Together,
End our solitude.
Alien Abduction
You must believe the
Tale which I will tell you. On
My way to work one
Day, suddenly did
I float skyward. Machines did
Slice my clothes from me,
And I was told that
My survival depended
On my coming. No
Choice was there, and so
With my pussy did I fuck
For all it was worth.
The mind and earth and
Universe shattering joy
Of my orgasm
Changed my outlook and
My life forever. And so,
Dear John, with regret
Do I end our long
Engagement. For if the Moon
Men made me come, you
Could have done it, too.
Now in search of pleasures I
Must go, they await.
