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POETRY: Cult Born Pact by William Andre Sanders  

Posted by Scott Wilson


From the closet
in our bedroom
lighted by candles,

I watch you slither
up and down,

naked--

on top of a young
virgin male,

who knows not
how to touch you,

while raw skin--

sweating experience,

molests him
into cowering
submissively.

Hard breath
roaring out of you
brings every flame
to flicker.

I strip down--

anticipating the moment
you take the stainless
steel sacrificial knife
from beneath the pillow
to cut open
the length of his stomach
and lay in red orgasm,

before I exit this dark
and so, so excitedly

join you--

in semen and blood,

hopefully successful
in having the seed
of our dark majesty
impregnating you

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