HOUR 7 Somber Samba

Somber Samba

 

Rapturous bodies heave in the lust urgency of becoming one,

We were willing witnesses to the scene and grotesque masquerade,

The vision of our new unity brought to life as life was undone,

Phantoms of the rapacious demise before our collective conscious displayed.

 

Satisfaction retreats in the wake of our transient beings,

New flesh to be extracted to satiate the ever-growing desires,

The next whirl of the massacred lechery to must be found and unwilling,

One pirouette at this new camaraderie stoking my own fires.

 

The wheel shall ever turn in favor of the choice of execution,

My salacious Valkyrie shall bequeath our next target,

Her choice should be ever just in favor of the unjust expiration,

A heightened challenge to test our venery and testing object.

 

A new laceration in dance begins,

She will choose,

Blood driven step.

 

One thought on “HOUR 7 Somber Samba

  1. Gorgeous imagery and alliteration. The use of off-rhyme was also done well.

    Lust-urgency is a combo I’ve not seen put together, but it’s something I think everyone’s felt.

    Good job.

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