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Click hereWhat is this strange whisper inside of me?
My heart seeking out some solace perhaps,
just me speaking crazily to myself?
But these thoughts, these incitements of hot lust,
are not from my mind, not from my own heart.
Yet they grow wild like weeds in my garden
and they bloom with a transcendent promise -
carnal submission to unknown power,
immolation in undreamt wickedness.
My flesh sweats and prickles, my nipples throb,
my vulva drips with animal hunger.
I crave a demon's deep penetration,
I fantasize receiving his dread sperm.
What dark magic has overtaken me?
Why this joy in my being so debased?
Why this excitement in my certain doom?
In the pasture he wields his fertile strength.
My face blushes at his grunting bellow -
he is calling out my ignoble name.
I have an emptiness that must be filled,
and the bloodthirsty gods must be assuaged.
Bring master Daedalus to me now, for
I have need of his skillful carpentry.