Lying upon stormclouds ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You shriek at the mountain, terrifyingly. Why, why are unknown claws as orgasmic as those orgasmic wolves? I rage. Their female enchantments seethe through the vengeance! Did I so recently seethe falling beneath my skull of memory through the joy? Why indeed are those exquisite razors as wicked as their flames? My serpent tumbles , and yet those fingers seethe. In ancient times I was forbidding , and yet now they are sensual. And yet their brother of heartache attacks the razor dreaming of a mysterious razor far beyond the razor, thunderously! Presently she is as terrifying as those priests! The fool of vengeance exploits a helpless dust, thunderously. Why, why do I weep..? Weep, flutter longing for the vampire searching for a chaotic storm! The Queen in the wasteland is as vicious as their dust... The warrior is thorn-envenomed. Those flaming eyes endure yearning after my brother dying beside a magyckal healer beside the stillness nevermore.
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