Bypassing love and prejudices beyond their source
I enforce an intimate empathy literally depending on sores
Pure unavoidable, merely plausible innocence is now both unbribable and untolerable
Fingering each cuff, the start of my romance, felt in love on the callous top of his stump I stand
By transfemoral cut I lick the bone’s prominence from his arm
Shattering experience to amplify, sliding my middle finger between my
Labia majora
And vaginal secretion due to violent masturbation leaps out upon himself as a reflection of a twisted pondered passion
The necessary tender touch of his bald amputation generates a genital contraction
Lubricated by disease, deflowered by the fist the pain I gain again against is sustained by my creed
For the increasing of the adductor’s push the power of enchantment breaking loose
Snaking through the steppe of the unusual far from disgrace, he pumps in and out the stump, tears and drool cover my face
I can feel the veins in my cervix as he raises the pace through my body unbraced.
Psychotropic copulation milking stumps until they exude some serum and blood
Caressing and loving beyond the look the fate imposed
The intimate sense, the key the world will never show
Explanation of how I get
Punishment filled with sex, hesitant, no perplexed
Punishment filled with sex, hesitant I expect the best from
The art of tact, and that is a fact; how you touch me without the hands
A cascade of bad intentions held by your mutilation
This is not aggresion but this preamble is shut
Femoral nerves so tight; disability makes my day
Femoral nerves so tight; attracted by material decay
Repetition of the content, from the context, masturbation
Lubricated by disease, deflowered by the fist the pain I gain again against is sustained by my creed
For the increasing of the adductor’s push the power of enchantment breaking loose
Touching consecration brings my voice to falter: his stump is a host and my body is an altar
An eleventh commandment that has gone too far to serve a handless god.
To participate the indisposition, to develop empathy for physical default, reciprocal need
I can discern the smell of sorrow and tangle it up in a mass of love:
the intimate sense, the key the world will never show
Between the thorns of my soul the River of Sickness Flows