Sunday, August 13, 2017

Beyond the Essence by Kiler Davenport

A massive tug of war between those who say they know and those who know we cannot know. This place of wanting and lust for things of pleasure and pain. We gag at the small things swallowing mountains of shit. It is our way. The we in the me. The I as in capital I. Slithering bodies behind the door of this sex crazed world. Pretending to be so sweet until I get you in my web of lust and darkness. Yes, darkness that place where we cum unglued and lick the very essence of our being. Fat with that animal hunger and ready to explode into each others soul as if we were the dead cum alive to ravage each other. Our passions a crime. Our needs satanic. We get lost and are savage in our ways. Seemingly immortal in this bed. We transcend the normal and have given ourselves over to the devils and their minions.

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