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08-20-2009, 11:28 PM | #21 |
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The Eleventh Alcove
So many delightful torments await her with this seemingly innocent toy...
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08-20-2009, 11:32 PM | #22 |
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The Twelfth Alcove
I, and You
I am that insidious Little darkness which must Be invited in A license freely given: Once this evil Crosses your threshold - You’ll never free yourself I will grow within you, Unknown to you at first As nothing more than A dull itch in a place That your nails cannot reach Sliding against you tenderly: Calming your tremblings, Hands gently stroking Your warm tenderness The quieter your eyes become The more mine smolder Under half-lidded gaze; Until you sigh and moan – I shall eat your exhalations, hungrily Feeding from your delicate breaths Your eyes close to observe The silken waking dream You have within yourself There; that is what you have That you have given me to take: I want to sup on those dreaming eyes That, which you have, I may only have through you – But you may never give it Or it withers, disconnected from its source; It may only be taken: Pulled from you in pieces Fresh and dripping And so, as you pass into waking dream I awaken with a hunger – Softly brushing lips Reveal the ravenous teeth Hidden in a kiss, And gentle hands turn cruel Grasping with an urgency Your eyes open, startled, To a nightmare which I dream of |
08-20-2009, 11:36 PM | #23 |
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The Thirteenth Alcove
Naughty Girl!!! You wasted the whole day looking at porn again???
Something must be done about this... |
08-20-2009, 11:40 PM | #24 |
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The Forteenth Alcove
Herein lies an archway covered in bas relief sculpture of incubi and succubi coupling with humans. There is an ornate brass gate. It is swung wide for you.
You are outside on a moonlit path through the dunes. You follow the silver-lit pathway through the oasis. There is a stand of Date Palms to the left, you hear many women softly crying. A bronze plaque informs you it is the Grotto of Weeping Veils. Why do they morn so? Has Master forsaken them? Does he not punish them delightfully? Perhaps you will go and see. But wait, approaching is a man on a fine steed. He is leading a dozen women who are scantily clad. Each is bound to the other by a long chain of pure silver that runs from collar to collar. Several stout eunuchs walk alongside the caravan guarding this priceless cargo with scimitars drawn. The caravan leader hails you, "Hurry, it is almost midnight and the market will open. All your needs may be answered there." You follow behind the caravan and over the next dune you see a nighttime spectacle to delight your eye. You move down into the milling crowds and enter The Midnight Bazaar of Fleshly Delights. |
08-22-2009, 12:34 PM | #25 |
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The Fifteenth Alcove
Such Heartrending Innocence portrayed herein, the aptly titled:
Dark Seduction |
08-26-2009, 09:35 PM | #26 |
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The Sixteenth Alcove
Obscene Worship
I She is beauty and grace Personified – in her form Many reflections of the true Goddess, Moon: the One to whom I abase myself nightly Her cycles of blood a tide Matching the Goddess; and the Waxing and waning of her Attentions a proof of her divinity – An irrefutable lineage clearly seen Never doubt that she is The spark of greatest creativity, A muse and a temptress Worthy of a worshipful tongue To please her or extol her virtues II Her many guises charm and beguile: Now ebon or alabaster, Cream or exotic spice – And inside each trembling blossom, The blush of faded rose petal Varied in shape and size; Suited to fill many roles Within the vast pantheon of my need: Humbled domesticity to Abandoned gratification III Sometimes I feel I am a lowly worm, Flicked casually from gilded sandal strap: Rightly so, for what have I to offer In exchange for her many charms – And I unworthy of receiving The least of them So she is placed high atop a monumental column: One carved with hieroglyphic proficiency; Undecipherable and cold as icicles From such a height she gazes At far off spectacles; delights The likes of which no worm has eyes for Her eyes drawn to far off Amusements; and I a wriggling Speck so far below: How else would she perceive me ‘cept through eyes so clearly divine? IV Should her lofty attentions Fall gently down upon me, There is a power lent me by this: I am become a rampaging Wyrm That reminder of her human nature Enthralls and excites me into actions Quite contrary to confessions of worship My strength then shakes Her aerie loft from its foundations – Ardent exhalations thawing the caryatid Till the unguessed at sense of what was writ there Runs dripping off; the very secrets of her Poured out to soak uselessly into the earth V Tremblors set into the cracks And her monolith is crumbled So that she must fall to lie Helpless and chaotic When her mind is all a jumble, I am most decisive and delight In toying with my prey (she to whom I had prayed as a lowly toy) Sharpened fangs grasp cruelly Whilst shaving flesh so thinly, To clarify her succulence Upon my moistened tongue - And hardened talon pierces her ‘midst whispers of denial |
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