Surely there’s less oxygen down here, but its nice. Dizzy. Nice.
Somehow the further inside the earth you are, the closer you are to evil
Perhaps the devil lives in the crust
But don’t worry…this lust is only about six feet in
And we aren’t corpses, we are time capsules aiming to dream the past back to life
The soil is not the only hot, wet, fertile.
The sensuous pin prick of teeth biting the bit of skin behind the ear, right at the throat, inside the left thigh…
I can feel our dirtiest intentions between your fingers: lace too delicate too touch
Welcome to gluttony. An underground bunker of thick haze and desire, days spent without shower water, but plenty of moisture
welcome to consumption: a perpetual act of MORE. More flesh! my wildhearted zombie.
More blood! my Vamp prince,
more meat! Mr. Strange and beautiful barefoot werewolf King.
here it is. Everything that wasn’t when it should have been…all here for the taking
So take? eat?
This is not my body, this is a spiritual experience that my ancestors can feel