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in her eyes
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hooks in flesh and
hooks in flesh and
dear lord, the hooks in their flesh have me captured
as if it were my flesh being pierced
and mastered
and meat being hung by two points of ecstacy.
they are icarus in flight,
bloody and transcendent,
and i drink deep the pain in their silvery wings
in empathic exaltation
as they soar.
(written fall 2000, lot of fun to read.)
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of my tendons in her grasp.
(and mystique....you might have thought the following is a fluff page or such, and i can't recall asking you to, but i will anyway, if you should deign to do it, it would give me cold terror pleasure. will you contribute to my
somebody_has_probably_already_done_this_before
blathe?)
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i will indeed, though i am a bit presed for time and pressed for wine that normally flows much slower... have patience, and i will attend.
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it doesn't have to be an immediate happenstance, wine lover, for the page is getting quite scrollishish.
man
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methinks i will have to print it and curl up with shiraz and christmas lights and earthen fruits to properly peruse, i would not miss the chance to savor something of that magnitude and nature in its most star-decked fullness.
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scorpion heart
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a punishment i nearly got at school....
a punishment i DID get at work.....
terrible, terrible word!
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yes, it is suspension of promises, dangled from talons.
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what's it to you?
who
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