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Hypnotized (A Poem) - Erotes - 11-29-2016 image.jpeg (Size: 129.62 KB / Downloads: 5) HYPNOTIZED (HIGH) I wrote you a letter of love, and I framed it in the blood of your heart Battered my skin with the beat of a brush, which made me glisten from the inside Sparkling on the outside. Opulence, it was the source of my bliss, to see me posed upon your brighter side In public, I adore your eyes. Privately, I love the face of when you realize how good I feel between your thighs Treasures of aggrandizement. Driving in a luxury car, indulged in cravings for the Michelin star Too hypnotized to even know where you are— or who you are—yet all the people remark, “...at all the marvelous, magnificent,” distractions of the wonderment. Surprise, surprise nothing discovered, but lies Step right up onto the Earth stage, where all the Black Magicians play. But, wait. While, no one ever dies here, much experience is gained Behold, the wisdom of the Essence instilled beneath the clay. I bend your will, with the heat of a dance, whose rhythm grants me with impeccable chances Possession of the body, and arousal of thoughts Seductive chants, manipulative enchantment: f*** me hard, with wild abandon. I feel the passion in your touch, flames of sunrise within your frequency Svadhisthana burns with lust Thrust. Primal emotions rise to surface, in shapes of hydra, Edenic serpents Outcasts of Nature, Heavenly insurgents Buy a miscellaneous prize, to camouflage the lack of feeling inside Decorated in a diamond disguise Too hypnotized by all the mirrors and lights, to recognize that you don't know what you are. Vibrations rise. What an incredible time for one to be alive Singing songs that never end, humming hymns to new beginnings Death is the lie. And yet still, we'll find a reason to cry just to remember that we can fly. High. |