Lust crust relapse
toxic chem sex with an ex
daisy chain of crash cocaine
bottoming bottles of shame
eidolon ichor communion
pre-regretted reunion
necrophilic nymphettes
love made from flechettes
thalidomide romance
self-abandoning nausea trance
cryostasis cardiac
lungs compelled by ipecac
vulva fibrillation
arousing execration
intertwining strings of spit
one soul makes the other sick
moon-possessed grave digs
sounds of mud-content pigs
hypnagogic high
dying into the sky
lips split by a sheet of cellophane
angels cry behind the window pane
smoke cock ring
gargling throats sing
swallowing rosary anal beads
regurgitating grey dead seeds
sex with a latex crucifix
sensations of needle-pricks
cuntstruck fuck
tongueslick cuck
condom cum coagulate
self-fulfilling free-will fate
bleeding hemoglobin sepsis
feeding cortisol cathexis
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Reading this at work really enhanced the experience. “Condom cum coagulate” is fire
smoke cock ring got me ngl that is very hot
i feel like our poetic styles are two sides at the same coin. almost like your left and right hand, where they're exact opposites, but exactly the same. where i go floral with language, exploring sensuality, you go raw and cut throat, exploring the taboo.
could be overgeneralizing, but i've thought about it from another poem of yours and refrained from making the comment, so i thought i'd share. i'd love to hear your thoughts<3