The tower of Babble and Lust..

Part 1.
Impervious
Unlike the warm flowing piss splashing onto the legs of my heavily worn corduroy pants and then cascading its way down to my now soaking feet, as I stumble backwards, in momentary loss of control
unable to hold my balance
Fuck it!
I was so drunk I felt like I'd suddenly become paralyzed, like some poor victim of the old unholy stroke
The loose tongue spirits kept talking in my head
Who are you? They inquired incessantly.
The glowing future made me smile and feel better about my own foolish predicament.
Maybe the repentance of drowning my ancient sorrow from the unripened seed of contempt seemed as painfully electrifying as stabbing myself in the eye.
Who needs this restless awarness that breaks the fear of existence, the cicadas chirped.
Shut up, just shut the FUCK UP!!!
I screamed in silence. There was a sudden moment of solitude, maybe it was at a high price, like an unhappy marriage that never ends until you are laid down to rest in that inevitable warm dark blue velvet casket.
Death, yes has indeed declared,
that the devil man will be revealed in all his godforsaken loneliness.
The less you want the more you live, I unwittingly remind myself.
You can't belong to nobody, let alone your own insane thoughts that create an illusion of impermanent self.
Her love banished with a tremendous crushing force,
held me in a stranglehold constricted tightly in her pulsating powerful cunt.
There I said it...aloud I think?
I felt the need to cure the sickness of my terminal birth.
Yes, I got a million ideas,
yes I do, but not one of them worthy of creation.
I could stay here in this embrace for eternity.
I touched on ecstasy, but as usual I was not fit to fulfill my desire and had my own qualms to contend with.
Anyway I could submit in the realms of bedside indifference.
Her eyes sparkled in the distance and through them I could glimpse her akward, and at times intense soul.
She was smiling at me, from a distance.
Night was beginning to fear the inevitable day.
I walked on alone. Tired and somber.
Ravaged in the possibilty of awakening my animal insticts.
Survival, let me help you.
Love is giving but we are careless and selfish, even when we are completely aware.
Forget all the words, they just complicate,
a lapse in concentration shadow our hideous disease of this enraged and unfortunate lust.
This common progress needs flushing away and rewriting again with cosmic will and natural vibration.
Change, we hope it's always coming, inevitable as the tidal gloom.
A beautiful game, that I don't want to play anymore.
Brings too much sorrow,
are we now done with tomorrow?
Seems like it. 
I can't rest my mind these days.
The world still existed outside my window though,
but I no longer wanted to be a part of it.

Part 2.
It all begins so innocent...

My girl has her own very sweet scent and I love it.
It is embedded in my memory and I can recall it at will,
very easily.
It makes me feel the same way every time. I associate it with pure love and secondly impure lust.
It makes me gloriously hard.
King penis captains the love rocket blasting to the star dust clouds that surround the astral Heavens above.
Nevertheless
I feel incredibly happy.
I guess though, that all women have their own distinct aroma. All the love oysters that hide between the legs of slavery have their own unique flavors I believe.
Sweet as sugar and spice.
I've never had that much experience though, not really anyway.
At least to compare with when I'm sober. It definitely takes more than one simple taste though,
I know at least to imprint it permanently within easy reach of pleasurable experiences stored within the ineptness of our brains.
Coven of whores.
A connoisseur of the delightful pussy. I wish.
Sign me up for life, sell my soul, I work for free in the pleasure gardens.
The most heavenly of all the gardens.
Bury me here for eternity.
I prefer when she doesn't shower, the soaps she uses while they also smell good like wild flowers,
they mask her natural calming scent.
A natural girl and with all that sweat, blood, piss, shit, and
her flowing cunt juices,
the rancid taste of her morning breath.
The ultimate love for someone that goes beyond simple emotional lust and I know it's all still so much sweeter than my own cavernous tomb of a body, dark and aging, sperm ridden, decaying mortally wounded flesh.
I love every part of her.
True love,
no false idolizing, no mere spectre, no hopeless pursuit of happiness.
A grain of superior decadence.
A cadence of immoral virtue.
Songs of innocence. A dirty sonnet.
My lips are wet with insatiable desire.
Yes, I love her all completely as real love should be.
That's what turns me on,
the spark that ignites the fire in my loins, so to speak.
Lark.
God for once I feel alive without having to suffer in return.
The animal instict burried deep in every man's egotistical self.
There's no shame in loving someone the way they deserve to be loved!
I worshiped the absolute beauty of all women. I crawled on my hands and knees along the serenades of light and love.
I knelt down at the altar of servitude and cut myself in the white cloth and sheer pestilence of forbidden romance.
Yes the perfection that beholds the natural scent of a woman is both enchanting and exhilarating and besides isn't it amazing that beauty can be experienced so powerfully through even just the sense of smell.
Most don't realize,
blind fools
they only see beauty with their eyes, but to take it in with all senses, now that what it's all about.
Perfection.
At least for me.
Inner visions.
The thundeous eruption of her universe.
Her inner sanctum.
I want to be rained upon and to awaken the spirits in death that I feel.
Surrender the seasons.
I soon realized my thoughts had distracted me and resumed burying my face in her love chamber with my tongue flickering
and feeding on her promiscuous delectable honey pie and pleasant tasting nectar.
Oh the sweet nectar.
Lap it up dear boy,
drink your fill,
like it's the dying feast before the last supper.
God I feel possessed!
Drowning in discreet subordination, suffocating in her shameful bliss
It's true for life can be so good and heaven really does exist,
I have been there, seen it first hand, experienced its sacred holiness, even if it was just for a fleeting moment...
So the birds were now all gone.. reality flown away into the distance, I fell witness to my proverbial entanglement
and I felt numb in the futility of my argument but satisfied in tasting the wine of this sacred goddess.
Consummating a holy communion, our lost souls became entwined in blissful radiance...
Until we meet again, I will never forget...
I will never forget...
And I will never regret...
Surrender thy self to conquer restrained love..