Body Cradle

Where have all the girls gone?

What have all the children done?

Need I ask, what you do,

Twinkle baby, glitter glue.

 

Rest my soul this dark cold night,

Allow my cage to open light,

Let the moon shine deep inside,

Take my hand, stay by my side.

 

She is gone, with the wind,

In  a blink, I think I’m sick,

Drink some more, I want to score,

Drink some more to mend the sore.

 

Morning breaks, I feel vague,

Aches and remembrance,

The door knocks,

She must have forgotten her senses.

My mind a trip, she rushes in,

Takes me by surprise,

Rips all her rags off in a flash,

My organs warm streaming with blood,

 

Am I awake or is she numb?

I love this girl, she’s wet with cum,

Darling held in preaching vows,

Abused mascot, here I prowl.

 

The night soothes in, a lullaby,

Cradled together like a fire,

Sacred like a cave at night,

Sacred like a virgin with might.

 

Marek Birner – 26.05.2011

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