Enablings

byRazzRajen©

to Look over is sweet torture.
to Know that One could, is sweet embrace
to realise that it matters not
Anymore
is sweet salvation
Attain these if one can

One wishes to have it,
to own it ,
to make it His.
doesn't everyone ?

Some make it, some don't,
roiling rivers of flooded desires,
sort them make them
Theirs,
sated you said,
Nay not ever sated,
ennui sets in

Taken , she wished
He did,
violated, nay offered,

whose is that to do,
whose is it to Take,
He churned
she did ;
Together
that grist
makes their offerings live,

and slowly crawling maggots will
eat their flesh,
Take unto them
What Has always been

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