poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Religious & Macabre

Hell Hath

 

I invoked

the inner of my clitoriam

from its slumber

in a soiree of black magic

instilling the use

of voodooism

fury and pins

that pierced deep

into your phallus;

your blood cum excrement

seeped gallantly onto my palm

and there I read within the towering eye

the dynamic of your curse,

and there my eyes wept

as I soiled your foul

over my distended lips

and inhaled the diabolic

of your vapor lust;

 

and hell hath no fury

like a mistress scorned

from the infidelities

of your connubial bed

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