Supernatural Moon

Mmmm and ooooh,

today seemed

fucking ravenous,

with winks from

the supernatural moon,

that kind of

fire-breathing

feeling,

deep down in

the belly,

feisty dragons

sitting in our stomachs,

boiling,

getting angsty

and ferociously impatient,

twitching and

skirting round

lampposts,

dark forest trees,

that taught us

everything in

reverent whispers,

between radical

silences and

plastic-tempered dolls

with burning eyes

in prison cells,

glowing red

and wrathful in

sex and

delight.

The desire to

fall head first

into pleasures,

kinky universes,

full of juices,

raging prophetic cunts,

soaking delicious

pussies,

sucking tits,

biting necks and nipples,

fucks with

hard gospel cocks,

first and second

helpings and

surrenders of all

our insecurities,

our self-loathings,

our trust issues

n such,

thank goddesses and

the paranormal excellence

within us.

To moan out

the sorrow,

into the ethers,

together,

as opposed to

the lonely gritty

feeling,

that slit our wrists and

caved us in

on ourselves.

Enough paranoia for now,

please,

strokes instead with

subtle seductions

would fit so nicely now,

snug tight round

my aching hips,

slithering in my

peripheral visions,

tempting me back to

my natural mystic jouissance,

the light

pulsing out of me,

throbbing with

the heat

and the night.