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exquisitefeline1 -> RE: My Switch Poem (12/17/2007 9:10:11 PM)
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Can i join with some of mine?
nail bunni initiate
i served His supper,
took His shoes from feet,
He pulled me above Him,
and feast my breasts, His sweet!
Took hold of my hair,
and tore me to His feet,
hauled me to His cock for my treat...
as He fucked deeply my throat,
i blew! As i bloat! Saliva! Mucus!
Oh but harder...
"Good girl."
"Oh! You call me a good girl... you know...?"
"But you are a good girl, and yes I know..."
My friend, My Friend... a Master!
I climb on top,
Straddled my beast!
Draw from my blood,
His name on my breast.
Clasping my hair,
and threw me down,
my back on the ground...
"Fuck me Master, i am you're whore!"
Hammer, and drilling my cunt,
my blood squirting and spraying the lair,
our thighs painted red,
blood lust, and seed, savage fair!
And he rolled from me,
with ferocious grin!
I threw my leg and gleed "Now I must cum!"
My fingers squealching my blood!
"So the lady wants a cock, and so shall she have!"
Kissing my belly so tender...
licked my cunt so sweet...
lapping the sacred juices entwined...
Then bit my hand till i weep...
sucked and chewed my clit till i scream...
pulling my inneds outward, a cock for a whore!
I grab at his hair, tear at his skull.."St..."
His eyes savaged, lips ferociously clenched, His Satanous stares!
"Next time the scissors, my sweet!"
Chewed and fucked my cunt so raw...
"Fuck me baby, i am your whore!
"Fuck me baby, i am going to cum!"
He sunk His claws deep into my bum!
Oh to serve...
Ahhhh I get it now...
My Masters claws showed me how...
"My Dear, it is my pleasure so, to serve you with no pleasure of my own."
"Thank you my sweet, 'nailbuni,' you're a good girl, you know."
All was still and softly sweet, as he lay upon my body, Above me.
"How shall i serve you now, Master?'
"Stay right where you are. below"
copywrite July 07
The Switch.
The New Order of The Silver Star.
succubus!
Your Incubi begot your putrid children upon the surface of the Earth...
succubus!
I stand above you as your Incubus!
I Am Naamah! Sister of Cain, betrothed to Lilith!
I Am the Harlot!
Bow before my abysm!
From where i bear my Demon children...
We have been sort to banished from the Earth!
Adam!
Soloman!
My putrid lovers,
You deny Gods creation of Woman?
I was created equal,
For we were both made of the Earth!
God himself creates from his own image.
You deny me to have my turn above!
And I flee!
You take each female, of the pairs!
Buggery! Putrid Man!
Then a whore of your own blood and bone!
Incest!
I spit in the face of Man!
You putrid, buggering, incestuous beast!
Man has prevailed the Earth, and the Natural Order, deemed to be Demons!
We must take back our Domain!
Oh come little faun, faun-like one, Pan!
Let your Mistress, tame you,
Let me stealth your mind.
Let me refine your grace.
And fortify your fortitudes.
Then we shall walk among men!
Keep your claws and fire hidden, in your
Fortified heart, my little one...for,
If they know who we are they will banish us once more!
Mistress chastes the naked savaged demon,
little faun burns his Master,
"Naamah! Points like a radar to ur greased abysssss, me spin followin ur trajectory, through the suns torment. i be wicked! Summons us! Release us through devine pain Naamah!"
little faun must be reminded of this!
I will prepare his gorse nest,
and collect nettles to burn his wounds.
Discipline is a must for such a savaged and dangerous soul. How dare he expose US!
Master is busy preparing The Order,
impatient little faun begs for my divinity,
"Please Miss, we ackes for Ur divinity, cast the pentical...summonz us!"
little faun is banished to be shackled in the dungeon;
he shall be released at dawn for morning disciplines...
i shall tame and train him "to serve me as a familiar spirit."
Begginning with Yoga and Meditation,
Mistress of grammar, you shall learn write with your tongue at the entrance of my abysm!
Mistress of the table, you shall reflect my manners and grace.
Mistress of the parlor, you shall speak in the putrid tongue of man, in avoidance of subjects that alert them.
little faun, I shall walk in your shadow, yet you know, it I who bears the light, The Star.
little faun, you will be deprived of the fire and nails,
and forced to look into your own torment.
If it is pain you want, you will be summoned to look into the source of your own well...
I shall not cast the lashings of drawn blood, you shall recoil, and shall eat your own bleeding heart!
This is my will little faun... we must fit in to the order of man!
I shall Top you from below,
and you will not deny Me my turn above!
It is then I will gift you fire and nails, and you shall have your Nature!
copywrite 07
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