Name: Anonymous 2008-09-06 17:13
Your little tounge tries to deny it,
but your flesh calls out to me,
with its weakness,
its temptation,
its desires.
"Cleanse me.", it says.
"Cleanse me from all delusional stigma."
We are fools to listen to the tounge,
when the body holds the true will of any woman.
You try to hide it, but I know you.
When no one is looking, you dream not of the prince,
but of the dragon.
As the climax builds within, you yearn for it to come for you,
ravage you, and finally set you free,
free from the tyranny of the tounge,
free from morals,
free from choices,
free from guilt.
Man built the world to keep the dragon at bay,
and called anyone who desired him a whore,
but though your mind has forgotten its true purpose,
your body sure hasn't.
...but would you look at the time?