She does not presume to come here knowing Anything. So tell her. Show her. Sacrifice her If you must. She is not worthy now of much.
She would lick drops from your cup, crumbs From your hand. But you, you are the same Man whose nature is always to demand
Gently, that each girl, every, any girl, should Open up her soul to you. Of course there are Many, but they are one body; watch them eat
Your bread each morning, drink your wine at night. (I feed on you. My heart is grasping and greedy. It is great. It is glorious. It is splendidly majestic.)
Therefore with demons and angels and with all the Company you bring here, give them, oh grant them Time. Time to drink you dry, to suck the very life
From your long limbs, to eat whatever you should Put in their mouths. In return, for you they shed blood, Offer white skin, they wait for you to help them peel.
Everything in this crazed kingdom is yours. Black leather Chair, burning stove, chalk-scrawled board, cross on wall. While all things come from you, they can give you nothing
Bar broken body, spilt blood. Everlasting life is too unreal, But she offers these fleeting, hurting moments, as, far From your touch, just out of reach, she is still free to feel
Anything and though everything is yours, she will Hand you pride, unhide herself with noise. First, leave Her be, in flying hell, in this her private hanging head.
Where instantly, momently, she is not of you, despite the Thousand threads you tied. Where she is nearer to she. Wait. Suspend all for the time it takes to turn her red.
Ha sido un placer visitar su humilde y perversa morada. Gracias por compartir sus momentos.
ResponderEliminarQue sigan tan bien.
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Private Hell
ResponderEliminarShe does not presume to come here knowing
Anything. So tell her. Show her. Sacrifice her
If you must. She is not worthy now of much.
She would lick drops from your cup, crumbs
From your hand. But you, you are the same
Man whose nature is always to demand
Gently, that each girl, every, any girl, should
Open up her soul to you. Of course there are
Many, but they are one body; watch them eat
Your bread each morning, drink your wine at night.
(I feed on you. My heart is grasping and greedy.
It is great. It is glorious. It is splendidly majestic.)
Therefore with demons and angels and with all the
Company you bring here, give them, oh grant them
Time. Time to drink you dry, to suck the very life
From your long limbs, to eat whatever you should
Put in their mouths. In return, for you they shed blood,
Offer white skin, they wait for you to help them peel.
Everything in this crazed kingdom is yours. Black leather
Chair, burning stove, chalk-scrawled board, cross on wall.
While all things come from you, they can give you nothing
Bar broken body, spilt blood. Everlasting life is too unreal,
But she offers these fleeting, hurting moments, as, far
From your touch, just out of reach, she is still free to feel
Anything and though everything is yours, she will
Hand you pride, unhide herself with noise. First, leave
Her be, in flying hell, in this her private hanging head.
Where instantly, momently, she is not of you, despite the
Thousand threads you tied. Where she is nearer to she.
Wait. Suspend all for the time it takes to turn her red.
S.
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