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Aug 03, 2006 11:08

Sadly I feel myself growing used to this form...

If nothing else I feel the slightest twinge of delicious pain when I lace myself into a corset every morning. I'm a little...displeased that school is still functioning so normally, but I'll be damned if I wear the female's uniform no matter how tight the shirt is now.

All this griping our new...females are doing about shaving. It's nothing hard to accomplish.

In any case...to -celebrate- yes, dripping with sarcasm there...in order to explore my creative side once more...I tried my hand at writing from my new...feminine side...

Night Terror

Come unto her, dance and bleed
Give into her loving need
A Succubus of darkest night
Shadows whisper, mounting fright

Listen for her; hear her call
Into her silken web you fall
With one kiss she steals your soul
Adoring mortal learns his role

Devils dance in frenzied glee
A willing slave is never free
A fleeting myth, a spectral dream
Lust and madness, holy gleam

Lying down on blood-stained sheets
Kisses biting, bittersweet
At peace in her serenity
Entombed within eternity...

It's so...feminine...

kara-chan, corsets, poem

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