Spit
NSFW. Naughty themes, fiends.
Get on your knees for me, my gravity demands it.
My palm on your nape is a sacred demand.
My handsome oxytocin fix.
Don’t you dare look away. Not ever.
I won’t tolerate it.
Look up.
I am the only universe that matters right now,
And the wet, dark brewery of my mouth,
gathering a heavy, malt pool.
A single drop falls.
A viscous, peat pearl that splits across your bottom lip.
You take it like an offering,
you pathetic, beautiful snake.
The meow-meow is the darkest magic known to man.
It is petulant, a hypocrite, demanding;
not mentally sound,
hotter than melted gold.
More binding than leather,
tighter than the restraints
biting into your wrists.
It can rewire entire nervous systems
with fluid and mother Benzedrine.
Sign its name across your collarbone,
wet signature.
Holy fuck - your skin’s like hot wax.
I can mould you any way I like.
Did you forget? Silly boy.
Tut.
Tut.
What did I say?
Let me see your face.
Fucking look at me.
Let me remind you.
You are entirely mine to dismantle,
a hissing, shiny adder.
Striking my breasts,
weaved into my lips, stuck fast to my thighs.
You’re up, now you’re stuck.
You’re loved but you’re fucked.
My little rain cloud of doom.
Rawr! You’re so pretty.
I can’t stand it!
I’ll never take a word you say seriously.
They call me snake charmer.
Alpha disarmer.
I’ll be kitten and you, my rodent.
Love me like a Rocky Balboa constrictor.
Suffocate me with machismo.
No release catch on this bear trap.
Pretty grizzly.
Dying for the ever and the afters.
Beg for my heels pressed into your chest,
go on.
Thrill me. Thrill me. I said.
Fuckin’. Thrill. Me.
Life is killing me.
I need this.
Indulge me.
Sing a song of agony.
I’ll conduct a symphony of ghastly
above your wretched face.
This bourbon running down my legs,
Take it into your open mouth,
take it, take your liquor,
claim everything I own.
Drink me up baby.
Let me fuck your face.
I’m going to hitch up my skirt now.
Place it on your mouth.
No mercy from my menace.
Help a girl sleep and
let me get you wasted.



I have to admit... "The meow-meow is the darkest magic known to man" may be one of the most unexpectedly funny lines I've read in a long time. I wasn't expecting feline diplomacy to show up in the middle of this volcanic fever dream. Somehow it works, and somehow it makes everything around it even more intense.
I am wondering, which kitty are we talkin' bout! 🐈 😍 Purrrr for daddy! 😇
what a decadent visual - i have to read it over. Too many lines that are killing me Anomie my queen. Dig those heels in.
"You’re loved but you’re fucked"