Polemic.
Introduction:
My first Poem On XNXX
Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I’ve assumed thy shape.
And begging for curios
I’ve assumed thy shape.
You, the little Seraphim,
Progeny of the immaculate
Awaiting your escarpment.
I feel the itch of lesser beings
Their wing’d hands scratch
As I am pressed to you
Forever.
In this, behold hidden loss-
Of beauty, eternity-
Since gone from thy curve ,
That so deeply felt me,
In ardor of flame.
Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !
