Pure Soul

She comes in many disguises, but the visions of creeping creatures stay the same and the moon swallows the sky in clear thick smoke. As the horny harlots swift through the dawn, and the lonely night drift through the dusk, Rose Mary creeps to the tent to succumb her uncharted emotions. There I lay down, as sweet melancholy breezes over my soul and  freezes my knotted lust, she unbuckles the waist down and slides my inches into her trenches. Slippery wet, her tongue and hands swirl round and round my tip and sack. Stroking back and forth, my inches meet her overly gasp lips. Squeezing my sack right and gripping the veins tight, gushes upon gushes as  sweet hot beverage flows into her throat. Without hesitations, she drinks and swallows as many seeds her lips can take. Standing tall and moving with wobbly legs, She mounts her pot on my face. Slipping and sliding her hips on my openly gasp lips and waiting patiently for her juic

To you, one sense of touch is enough To me, one sense of touch is eternal A bliss of insecurity stirs me through infernal Perfect chaos in abyss Emotions allude through my mind causing uncertainty and eternal turmoil Clothed in Illusions and delusions I dine with insanity and obscurity Falling is one thing Falling right is a whole different story  I have walked on the surface and to the depth of nothingness  I have seen beyond the boundaries and edges of unsharpened blades, Fearful in nature but  weaker when it strikes. The soft touch of sharpened feathers The blunt edges of rusted faith The shiny armor of imperfection The loosened belts of hope The widened eyes of fear And the sweet silent noise of freedom, As I swift abruptly through hell to defend my vanity Blunt blades clash as ego is being defended Silent noise screams as chains are tightened Chaos in abyss, chaos in my mind  Scream harder, fall faster Look closer,