Games of persuasion we play
Cornering prurient sin with predetive quiet
Prowling the naked anatomy of the human condition
Relenting deep in the ebbing timbers
As the refusal burgeon comes to mature,burst, relent into detritus remnants
And as the conceit in your pretence is ready to be finally conquered
I will not back down to your fears
I will not be frightened by the severing-hand of loneliness.
Yielding the way juvenile bliss deluges unspoilt jaws promptly
What is mine will seize you fully
February 11, 2023
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MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)
PoetryRiddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches
