High Def Classics 82
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You see them.
Two forms.
Two shades.
Two voids.
Two compositions.
to poems.
Two shadows.
Two against the light.
But they aren't her.
They aren't the mysterious blue dahlia.
Who's always approaching.
And never arriving.
But these, them, they, aren't the tangible.
The touchable.
The malleable.
The moldable.
The pair of them, the paradigm, they still arouse you.
Dark images.
Dark senses.
dark sensualities.
Mysterious.
Foreboding.
Unknowing.
and unknowable dark shapes of all that arouse
and tantalizes
and fascinates.
and Prometheus, you, me, us?
to bring her fire and light.
The seed and vitality is punished for his crimes,
cast out of the realm of the gods and forced to grovel among the mortals.
groveling among the moor.
Tales.
clawing, scratching, groveling.
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm moving on ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ I'm lovin' you ♪
So it ends, with Prometheus's dick coming out of the darkness and into the light,
unloading on two angelic and anticipating girls' faces.
And they partake of his vitality, his creativity, his seed, his spirit, like a sacrament, a holy ritual, ceremonious.
And then he sees her.
Porn.
Sister, lover, the girl feed.
But just for a moment and then she's gone. I can't remember if she's someone I once met
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