Late Night, last day of April

Feeling woozy,
tidal waves
of sensual visions
left me melting,
moaning heretic holy,
just couldn’t sleep for
cumming with the angels,
dripping from
cunts and juicy tits,
there was a fire
in my fucking belly,
needing to be
fueled then fed
then fueled again.

Watering mouths
and magic,
tarot cards at
the octopus calls
me into the deep,
mother earth and
her sweet whispers,
madhatter cocks
and tempests intertwining.

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