Offerings

Grateful acknowledgement to my Muse Flloyd Brown

Offerings

The wound in my heart
this crater for love
youve seen the magma
rise in lava of lust
The heart wants to heal
welt it you will
This body is game
make me thy kill
In a moment too tender
my heart you have healed
In a sacred spot
you poured in some bliss
Love me or love me not
for that's stupid and blind
I will sit back and enjoy
what treasure I find
It's a witch hunt
it's switch strap
it's in these that I seek a moment of surrender
Respite for weaknesses lack
I lave in my lust
I cover you my love
stripping me of all emotions
just to be Your devoted doll
The sacred feminine
the holy profane
by obscenitys grace
enchanting insane
Am I the prey?
And are you the Beast
sacrificed before fallen gods
May you enjoy your feast
My baby
I lay upon the table
yet not to partake
be the food on your plate
for your insatiable appetite ....
This act of mastication mystical
vow of devotion my unyielding faith
my body's offerings
to satiate sweet Lethe
I ride, I ride across the vale,
the chasm of your eyes
with each hungry fall
thy majesty shall rise.

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