devil on holiday

what is immortality?

it is the fact that perception of time is subjective

when in deep subspace.. or in an altered or primal state as a dominant, when the art of sensuality and pain.. pleasure and love, and altering the consciousness of the participants through life, words, actions, hints timing mood dialogue syntax protocol.. flesh form energy intensity fear lust

it is the fact that adrenalin and dopamine and other chemicals that are released in the brain, the more a person lives and experiences their dreams, the more they experience their fetishes.. the deeper and longer their bonds.. the deeper and truer their words

the more extreme their life is.. for even the tamest person has extreme dreams..

my subconscious and conscious mind share the same things.. after years of training, pain, experience, apprenticeship, teaching, and hunting

hunting for more skill, creativity, experience within yourself

 

hunting for masters and teachers, submissives and slaves

to feast on in the flesh, the mind, the heart

and when your pleasure, your will controls their choices

their interests

their beliefs

then you feast on the very soul

for what is the soul?

but the choices we make

choose me and take the first step to letting me

drink deep of your soul

 

your flesh heart and mind



those i can take



from anyone vanilla or not



if i give them what they need in trade



but the soul



that is the province of free will



give it to me and you give me your life


and know that each and every choice i will crave to possess of you



starting with the choice to become mine



my slave



my wife



my legal property my property of the flesh



and let me take a kiss a cock a mind


a fingertip a razorblade


a tongue



and trace my art my will my letters and lines my symbols


and name


into your skin


one inch a day until


you are a living tapestry


expression of my lust


to possess (spellcheck said poetess, which is also true) every inch of you


remake it



mine



wiuth you in my hands.. the mind that could perceive all things



perceives in that tiny space between us.. drivign deep with cock and hands and mind


teeth and tongue will



time slows still the deeper darker hungrier i drive into you


until time slows to stand



still



the air aroudn the flesh the form



you are simply hungery and alive


heat exploding filling you until


floatign in a sea of space


alive


wet


and simply mine



the rest fo existence is faded away


and time is nothing


then slowly forward before again


and again


deeper you drift each day into your own dreams


each day little by liuttle immersed in will


you become that creature that slinked through your dreams


constantly experiencing


tastign savoring


the sensations youc raved


but real and flesh more


deeper than expected


when theya re all that exist


over time



and one eyar becoems liek ten


and ten years is as a hundred


far beyodn the hellraiser box


drunk deep to swoon


from the grail the pandora’s jar



far past hope this dark thing youve swum in


felt it fill inside liek a poison


vampiric awakening stirrings within


that creature you feared stares out through your eyes



once princess instead of devoured


you feel heat as if


devouring dragon



swallow me all with the pain as i stretch you wide


heart


soul


body


mind



i am not what you expect and care not for what you expected


slinkign aroudn the edges of your world i came to collect


the soul the life


you crave to feel being devoured


until you are nothign


but alive


driftign deeper into subspace


eevry neuron fired and focused navigating


the driver up front takign you deeper


harder


faster


no psychedelics needed


but forevermore altered state of awareness



ya kno



i love two things about myself.. and loathe the rest.. the slave i am to those two things



cognitive science major


genius multimedia artist



i have had a fascination since i was seven


with the archetype that was the inverse of hero


that thing that i saw behind the eyes of my female friends from a young age


i call it the devourer



but unlike Helen of troy or Achilles.. it is so hard to translate into words


a lust that sounds beneath my skin to be like the licking of a flame


the trail of a tigers claws across jail cell bars my ribs holding in a beast you engineered like some mad scientist



the sound of a million razorblades in the wind


each one coming to sing a song to you


til you are red mist in the wind


that wraps around me like a cloak


of armor second skin



this world to me is nothing


but the linen


made of wriggling bodies


the pillows


we rape each other on to oblivion



andnothign more


all its science all its art


all its metaphysics


each one a nut a bolt a piece


of the engine i have become


the machine


liek shark


cravign to devour


to reshape


every part of you


and make it into a creature


like me


wet hungry hot


constant


craving


for the spectrum of all things


simply in the rape the chase the squeeze


let me dehumanize degrade


rebuild you to match that creature you dreamt


would belong to a master a dominant


with no limits


to what he would do


or what he could do


could engineeer


could crave


could have experienced


each thing each action


matched and mated


to a rhythm and a style


a heat


a presence


learned more from animals


than the lesbian dommes street soldiers shamans


and corporate sharks that designed it over the years

designed me not to fuck to touch to lust

until i know your legs your mind your heart are open wide for me to feast

on your choice.. your soul..

your all or nothing

 

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