sick twisted leather bound mind…

unadultrated crescendo underneath My skin,
animal attraction at its worst
and best.
some people call it a disease
a psychological, chemical reaction,
make no apologies.

recognize my weakness…
call upon your darkness
unfurl and tantalize My flesh,
stroke the seat of My sickness.

I give you the noose
but you’re already in My chair,
electrified delicacies ripe
for the plucking and sucking!

essence of sex on wheels
running over papier-mâché dreamscape
plastered sickly sweet,
like caramel-corn fresh from the microwave,
in the reckless recesses
of wicked imaginations.

sick twisted leather collared mind,
a crucifix of liquid lust,
basking in the heated glory grown.

tactile trouble on a leash,
mirror reflections spread thick,
with no bark yet plenty of bite!

straddled commands not needed,
for already laid bare upon Master’s cross,
sacrificial lamb on the platter
of an all night buffet.

sick twisted infectious mind…


hahaha song inspired plus...

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"essence of sex on wheels,running over paper mache' dreamscape"..good line

RAWR!

thank you socratease