I draw on the intoxication and arousal, tempted by oblivion,

My darkened self, swells, merging with the possibilities of forever.

Her body, my temple of indulgence and brazen passion,

Our unity ordained by the baptism and blood born of purposes nether.

 

My desires soon met, her body displayed upon an altar of forever,

Her submittance complete, content to accept the ferocity of my passion,

Our fixate upon lusts savage form, absolute as souls entwined in disastrous nether,

My dominance of the lady’s entity nearing its most pure form of oblivion.

 

Her supple and damaged physique, receives my rewards of violent passion,

Our dance macabre endures the desires of flesh spawned of evil and nether,

My martyrdom of her faux innocence continues its ascent to obtain oblivion.

I segmented her limbs once, a culling to serve only my rancid ardour forever.

 

We have begun the newest discovery of flesh.

We have endured the climax of twinning passion.

We have seen the void and revelled in its eternity.

Oblivion.

Forever.

Passion

The nether