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 Dec 2017 Fumbletongue
Mike Essig
Your body
clamps to mine
like a magnet
or an electric eel.

Feel the jolting
current bounce
and flow and
jerking take
hold of you.

Particles dance
us tighter
together
like fleshly
puppets.

See how we
clutch and
writhe and
grind, hum
like overloaded
lines.

No escape
once you
touch the
live wire.

And anyway:

nowhere else
you want
but here;
nothing else
you want
to be,

but a jello mold
of...

Quantum,
Quivering,
Lust.

- mce
weezy
 Dec 2017 Fumbletongue
NARMONSEA
Let me possess you:
Pull you by the throat,
Lest there be an end to this
Carnal flame.

For I am the sin
You chose, and
I am the sin
You commit,
When you flirt with the devil, and
Lock lips with evil.

I am the guilty pleasure
You seek,
You crave,
You claw for.
Abandon yourself
In the embrace of this
Whiplash tongue.

Look me in the eyes,
I will warn you:
The devil will tempt you,
Walk no further. But do, and
You will feel
A burning lust,
Satisfaction,
The need and desire of your body,
Pushed to the edge,
An unbearable fire,
Whipping, the chains,
The violent thrusts,
The clawing of your skin,
Pinned to the ground.

The Devil will know.
You,
Forced to excite the
Flames within,
You,
Falling for this temptation,
This sin,
You,
Realizing I am the one
To release you,
Over, and over, and
Over again.

Until you willingly
Chain yourself
Towards me, and
I will use you
Like the slave you already are.
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