Astrid Lenore
Registered On: March 3, 2019
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Shoot, did I somehow miss this again?!  Oh well, snap your fingers as I embark on a mystical journey, a journey into the black Kerouac tarmac of ad-hoc lyrical empirical truth…

… by which I mean make @%#! up.

I give you: LBD… sure, that works…

Click clack go the black
Heels feeling reeling from the bric-a-brac
Trepidation from the calibration of sensation
Meditation medication from the black holes of black hose
Electrifying, sighing up my legs as Animus is dying
Trying to pause my journey up the thighs and empathize
My belly’s yearning to address the simple bliss
Of curvy body slithering in a slinky dress
Black again like the color of the night, the slight right
And the wronger it is the more it feels right
Who’s this sexy dame igniting flame, denying blame for all the same
Sensations creeping up the id, the ego slips beneath the cliffs
For now she stands alone apart, where once a man-olith stood stark
Now painted lips and sugared heart, black lashes flutter like the start
Of chrysalis erupting stark, as hair like wings emerges dark
The twilight hopes, the heart embarks
As jewels like embers turn to sparks
Where man-olith stood the she-nix rises,
Stage resets and life revises.

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