absense

He took me to the world where Tibet is in the basement, and the walls are green, but blue. He gave me diamonds to put down my throat, and that is where time stopped. Fangs, saliva-gleaming, rewrote the laws of smiles, officially sealed with eyes like burning pools of sunlight. Fists filled with hair and flesh, flexing in utter, complete, terrecstasy. Piercing moans, piercing painful moans, So I gave him my core, thick and smoky, which tore his insides to shreds. Like wet rice paper. Made him sick, and if he finished with my broken, feathered body and all of its obscene aspects, the sunlight would drip from his