The Horned Lord Nears
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
Not everyone can understand our love the way my heart burns when I see your smile my breath rushes like I’ve just run a mile I want you to cherish me, my beloved like the time I left you, that pretty dove when you found it (I saw), you screamed “how vile” I admit, the […]
I don’t like the way you’re smiling at me, Sigmund…
“I’m not going to die here.”