Poem: the properties of snakeroot (H/D)

[mildlunacy]

I want to think you hate this, so
I've drunk down your cock;
I don't need to, but--

(Silencio!)

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Skinny hips flail, next to smother me
you don't break if-- & you don't speak when
I bite your dirty mouth but kiss your thigh

Even Marked you're something (beautiful)
you only eat your words
and my ears ring; it's enough.

I lick down your cheek slow
and hot-- drop by salty drop
because your eyes still hate me

Mouth shut, like a living statue
legs bent wide open; you're volcanic,
incandescent (you know what I want)

It flows through you (into me)
the hot current-- tastes like fear or death,
but it's strong like sex.

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I feel you stare through my back
and your mouth, bitter like snakeroot
with all your curses gathered silent.

my eyes glued open, I can't see your face
dig deeper, and you'd pierce to hide
you alone underneath my skin.
............................................................................

NOTE - Snakeroot: "psychic divorce" herb. Use when you want to be rid of a person or thing.
I didn't actually know this when I used the name, however o_0