Fuck me into the center of the earth

serpentine knowing

welcome to erotic soul, sanctuary of poetry, temple of longing, black velvet mystery, serpentine journey, big juicy permission slip to want what you want and be who you be.

Fuck me without touching me.

Fuck me like you know I am

the dirty goddess

you’ve been dreaming.

Fuck me into the center of the earth,

then deeper, into hell, into magma, into silent velvet darkness.

Fuck me until I am fluid consciousness. I don’t want to know

what my arm is, nor my name. I want to forget

what I am. I want to cease knowing anything.

Fuck me till I become liquid nothing.

I want to forget everything the way I do

when I breathe, full and rich into

every cell of every moment

— and hold

all the tension

I can access

into my

cavernous

black

velvet.

Chaos becomes me.

Exhale.

Limbs shake.

Vertebrae undulate.

I am on the verge.

I faint.

Last night, the goddess tasted me, and as I closed my eyes, the serpent slithered from between my thighs, sunk her venom into my third eye, penetrated through my forehead, swam down cervical spine, wound her way into thoracic cavity.

My heart beats with poison.

She licks every inch of every rib and scales grow upon them. 24 serpents alive and writhing.

Mother proceeds into my belly, lays an egg inside my longing, coils her body round it nine times, counterclockwise, before opening wide to swallow her end, enveloping me with serpentine gnowing.

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