Dusk, As The Carnal Scenes Burst Forth

Now comes the dusk, a prelude to this night
of vermilion skies and dream filled slumbering.
O tempestuous colors of delight
brazenly creating landscapes as these
the mountains and seas all encompassing;
descending in waves round this spinning earth,
dancing with nature in untoward glee,
wanton visions bare lustful gods in mirth
offering pleasure as the carnal scenes burst forth.

by Captain Cur

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Sleep rooted in self and all consuming mutism caulks false empirical reasoning. I am back to my much recollected state, The heart of my stella, sublime pain of my existence.
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness. Unwavering is her temper.
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness..... .... Unwavering is her temper.
She is a delightful self, her image doth reflect unseen monitoring of vastness.... ..... Unwavering is her temper.
Words are incoherent and sweet, inaudible and mystical. Her heart speaks through vowel. She is a painless penchant for my heart addicted to serene shower. She is a flowery feather figure, diffuse fragrance of an instantly burst blossom.
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