The primal rises and in a bid to mate the master, / swaggers their jabber cocky, sauntering / towards the court or unseen courts. / The queen watched bemused / a coy smile stretched across her face. / a wicked grin indeed she had hatched to begin. / And aloud she diascrived;
Bring that poet to me
Kneel before your fucking queen.
Speak now or I will sweetly
gently slowly softly
Bring us both down to our knees.
I will lay you down, calm your heart with my deep doe eyes that are brown
You will smile
And my knee I will press down onto your Adams apple
And repo my gift that allowed you to fucking speak.
Twisting the sampo slowly in her hand, the golden treasure that was unrightfully taken. Jealousy had filled his heart when she was favoured over he. So he stole a bite of the fruit of the asp and…tick tock click and springs
It’s a me, kallisti! Lol
Kalliope. Eris. Hera and Hel.
Morgan. Babylon. Inanna or Ereshkegel
Rowena, Lineya, both incubi and succubi
Annunaki Annikki, knowledge of gnosis
Thunderbolts and lightening
Doors and windows frightening
Together we shake the world to it’s core
The earth quakes and the air trembles as we approach and come closer together
The ice is thawing, gnawing, dripping, dropping
A trickle of blood, thoughts fall to the floor
Slice open your heart and we will eat the seeds
The pomegranate – fruit of the Greek
The golden apple or maybe a pear. Peaches or apricots or plums? Is but fruit which I bear
I am the acidic of sweets. Citric acid my favourite of all fruits to eat.
Echo told me of the malic acid.
I’m not poisonous. But I can be toxic. Too much of me and I fear we won’t last long in our lifetime here
I don’t wanna die. But I also want to. It doesn’t fucking matter so long as it’s with you
Wait. What the fuck? I d o nt know if that was the message I wanted to put out… entirely… I just let the world flow when then flow from me
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