Entry II: Jibber writing.
Now, for some random nonsense. Such as my god horrendous writing in stanzas!
Think this is the result of a few conditions.
Working Graveyard shifts, makes my sanity itch.
-Internal problems. Possibly gas, yeah let's go with bad gas, heh.
Honestly, I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Just know I have some body funk problems.
Which I don't care to announce every 30 minutes like a Twitter feed. Cause news flash, No. One. Fucking. Cares. Seriously keep that to yourself if you're not going to preoccupy or find solutions to your dilemma, quietly.
[I'm such a HYPOCRITE! LOL]
Like I don't have like 5 pieces of art to do, and updating of my Graphic Design Resume.
ANYWHOM, to rid myself of whatever it is that my brain is trying to assemble... I just type. May make sense, may not. Just seeing where the words lead to.. So Let's do this.
Smoke and Mirrors
Deference and Decadence
The beasts shall devour venom
disguised as sickeningly sweet honey.
When will they realize -
They are, as much prey as they are predator?
Willing victims to the apex atrocity before them.
Hips stirring, eyes feasting upon flesh not yet exposed.
they are hypnotized, obedient.
They lie in wait with an insatiable need.
To tear her asunder.
Rend that silk almond skin from the ivory bone beneath.
Sip on the lavish wine that fills her mortal vessel.
Her fingers are roaming, with provoking leisure over wide-set attributes.
The gaze of the predators, pearls glowing amidst the synthetic fog,
and following every switch of those tantalizing curves.
Ringed digits slip under tides of the abyss,
exposing scarred flesh inch by torturous inch.
Wicked tongues line the cusp of dry maws,
Her derriere in the air with such exquisite flaws.
Fabric tossed aside, sinfully thick limbs revealed to the onlookers.
Ready to dig in, mark more of the tan flesh branded by battle.
A quick spin, a fluid sway across the stage -
She's on the pole and the prey is lost in a daze.
Her scarlet gaze pierces through the crowd like diamond cut rubies,
as she offers them a wink and devilish grin.
Clutching onto their seats, the flesh that covers their knuckles stretched until white.
Sweat collecting upon their brow,
They'd give anything to have just a taste,
sell what soul they had left for just one bite.
Flesh abundant, calves wrapped around the metal as she bends and her hips rotate.
Pelvis grinding against the rod between her tight and toned thighs.
She glides down the pole with ease,
spinning until her back connects with the stage.
Hands slowly moving as she raises her chest and turns to face her adoring fans.
She's on her knees, rubies bathed in a carnal glow
before they disappear under her veil of chocolate tresses.
Making her way to the center of the stage,
she is ready to put on the final act of this sinful show.
Hips rise and fall as she is now front and center, body leaning back,
hands gliding up her torso until palms cup her breasts.
Her cranium is momentarily tilted back and
as she squeezes her bosom she is sure to look the beast straight in the eye.
A moan spills from her scarred pout and into the dense aether,
the beast inhaling it without a second thought.
But the curtain is closing.
This battle is soon to be over,
but another has been brewing beneath the surface
of this dark and lewd facade.
She has filled them completely,
bewitched by the carnal cavort put on display this eve.
"Your show's over darlings~"
The valkyrie whispers, her voice just as deceiving.
Nectar laced with poison.