Dreadnaught
I Am steering straight down your center stern.
With all ambitions to cause you pain.
Pleased to make myself know and your acquaintance.
You are unprotected and adrift.
You are worthy of thee risk.
I Am coming for your left, your law, your lore and your wet.
Thee oil and thee lock…
I descend thee intricacies of thee spinal column.
Into thee inside in order to take you into my mouth from behind.
I Am too heavy thee bow and thee tight of your stay.
May I dig into the flesh of my grave?
Sincerely, you are surely the vessels one master and thee bait.
I Am possessive and premeditated.
I Am a hungry kiss.
I Am plotter to thee gain and lie in wait for thee loss, thee lost, thee liquid and thee turn.
Thee bleed and thee cut.
Allow me thee time required to destroy all you find mundane…
Swallow thee me and thee words as I break into your meat.
Tags: Dreadnaught, poetry, possession
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