*enjoy the read. 
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Accoutred black and satin,
Pitch-dark and bones, white opaque.
Fevered tongues, blue eyes flickering.
Moistened mouth snickering.
The axis turns to stone and is raised.
Beneath the silk, underwater, overflown in sweat.
Consumed in intimacy, perplexity like infancy.
Confused, eyes wide open, inarticulate and wheezing.
The pleasure is proliferating, the fear diminishing.
The axis rams open the castle doors, wood is splintering.
There's no turning back now, the only way is through.
Admit it inside, let it glide in and bite that forbidden apple.
Let it turn to stone and dislodge all of the stress and anger.
Let it tear down the walls, to the ground the grass grows on.
Let it breath life into that desolate soil, let it quench the drought.
Rays of moonlight glimmer in through the glass,
Subtle whispers turn to provoking rasps.
Fear is overwhelming and all rationality is burnt to death;
The water is murky, cold and imposing.
And there's no turning back.
I had my chance, but I kept on pushing,
I could’ve turned back and run away.
I was bedazzled, drawn in with fascination;
Angels frown, the demons cackle,
Now there's no point in trying to lose these shackles.
*Accoutred black and satin,
Pitch-dark and bones, white opaque.
Fevered tongues, blue eyes flickering.
Moistened mouth snickering.
The axis turns to stone and is raised.
Beneath the silk, underwater, overflown in sweat.
Consumed in intimacy, perplexity like infancy.
Confused, eyes wide open, inarticulate and wheezing.
The pleasure is proliferating, the fear diminishing.
The axis rams open the castle doors, wood is splintering.
There's no turning back now, the only way is through.
Admit it inside, let it glide in and bite that forbidden apple.
Let it turn to stone and dislodge all of the stress and anger.
Let it tear down the walls, to the ground the grass grows on.
Let it breath life into that desolate soil, let it quench the drought.
Rays of moonlight glimmer in through the glass,
Subtle whispers turn to provoking rasps.
Fear is overwhelming and all rationality is burnt to death;
The water is murky, cold and imposing.
And there's no turning back.
I had my chance, but I kept on pushing,
I could’ve turned back and run away.
I was bedazzled, drawn in with fascination;
Angels frown, the demons cackle,
Now there's no point in trying to lose these shackles.
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