@goeticAssimilation — #gore
I cra√e to feel your pulse in my fingertips, in my palms. Delicately, of course, because if I squeeze to hard it could break, something so sacred should ne√er be handled carelessly. Claws made to cull, yet I would hold you like glass, like a relic of the messiahs, trace each and e√ery gr%√e of your ligaments, each strand of muscle, committing the scripture of your body into my memory. I will worship each trembling part of you; linger o√er the music of your tendons, sa√our the essence of your marrow, delight in the sweet scent of salaciously inhaling you into my lungs, like a breath of prayer at the al...Read more
Had a wonderful show this aftern%n. One of our gracious actors felt it was finally their time in the spotlight, and what a show they put on. There is something unbearably intimate about the feeling of someone's pan splitting open beneath your fronds. The way their thoughts soften and melt into a mirthful de√otion.. elegant and exquisite. The glossy l%k of their bulbs as the purple filled them up. I could see them slowly unra√elling, e√eryone could, I could hear the audiences baited breath with their attention solely on me and our lucky little actor. Oh and as the √el√ety hues leaked down their fac...Read more