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from the poem originally entitled THE TOP OF HER SUBTERRANEAN BEAUTY AND THE BOTTOM OF HIS BEAST whose title was shortened in this recording to simply THE BOTTOM of HIS BEAST cums a lustful collaborative by Petale Fatal and Pantherion Prime...

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PETALE

She
beloves him

Her unfathomable subterranean lover

Her most acute downfall is the obvious fragility
he instigates within her calm

for he bears the scent of her mortal threat and pays alms

to the stone fact that she would literally die
without his lyrical breath upon her nakedness

her dependency has become renowned
within an attentive audience of beautiful devotees

She must have been born to bear the lesions
he often leaves clawed into the cranial of her brains

her emotions
constantly bleeding out
at the very thought of his scratched approach

He

Her true nemesis

A sexually driven retribution for those who have dared to love him
against the very will of any form of fate and all odds

It was as if he had laid in wait
to pounce upon her willing heart

and she sought the perilous beast in him
to devour all that she ever was

for she
herself
was meaningless without the blister
of his rub on the back of her heels

sweetnesses and innocences
were the coveted dishes she had to serve

and he swallowed them whole as if they were his last feast
before a planned death

greedily
each time
Tearing and ripping a little bit more of her away from herself

She longed to be dragged into the bottomlessness of his darkness

Thrown on her back… hands secured
Ankles crossed… tied ….and pulled until
her toes were above her beautiful head

Her flooded flower completely exposed to his ravenous liking
ready to receive the hardness of his erratic thrust
skin to skin
skull to skull
sweat to sweat
and all the throttled fucking
one sacred whore could beget

Her swollen breasts
and her ass cheeks
drenching wet

slow licks of red tongues
perked nipples and neck

nails dug deep into the flesh of his back

she hid but
her pussy scent
was tracked

as his lips smacked

and there she laid
spread wide for his take

like a smorgasbord of spiritual offerings
just for him
and only him

because he was her Priest
He who marked her with the divide of
the 3 sixes of his heart multiplied
to equal

Her Beast…….


PANTHERION

she is his... subterranean Beauty
the center of an Etruscan
jewelry piece... a treasure
that he... selectively... and possessively... adores.

and though he is but a ... crustacean Beast
to some... he is the Grim Reaper of her keep... he the
lowly bottom feeder... who never sleeps

although thought of by some as ugly is beloved of she.

he who... moves and is still... he who's lust... is more than
able enough to will to reach... beneath the surface
to the deep sweep... of her ocean floor... and such.

according to the ancient lore of him
he the phantasm's gore... the magickal moor that touches
the moon lit core of the world of her... his oyster.

she... the viscous secrete now cloistered
in the... dip and peak... that with lips... he strips of these... the lovely leak... of nacre... the... black mother-of-pearl.

the bespeak of her writes the milky white
of her sweet notions... the secrete of the potions of
ecstatic joy in healthy portions of her employed.


energized enthusiasm... inserted like a toy
in the spasms of the erotic... he tossed in the ways
of the orgasmic flee... of she.

and he thus nicks and taps with the tips of his
prickly parts her heart
in the rhythmic wave of she... his natural slave.

she the sub... that admittedly and
willingly gave to him of herself... she to ever be the
holy servant of this antagonist and never leave his side.

he the subterranean top... of she who holds the
sole role of the protagonist of he... to be... submitted to the blindfolded of this... begotten trust.

and there she lies... with him and in him in the darkness
as this unforgotten truth... expressed
in the spread... of limbs of her...

she... so stretched to the limits of this
underwater cavern and pier and... atmosphere
of the little death cum through unrepentant sins of him.

and it is there in the
steep penetration... that he the monstrous agent hath
now slowly gleaned... the every... measure of.

and he drinks and eats
the very dregs of her excrete
ripped clean like teeth... with that...

hard rock entity... the sharp razor that bleeds the
amorous pits and pores that in his body armory fit...that
doth feed... upon the squeeze and tease of swollen breasts.

and every bit if it seeks its entry
inch by inch... until via the whole of her
enlivened is in deed without a question simmering...

is what at best is nondescript but still is
her crimson shimmering with
what the knife of the knight has left.

and by her demand he maddeningly
takes her soul... by her flight of resistance
he ignites the rite that thus

agitates her flesh...
and he rips and rapes... the patterned inscriptions
of spiritual her inhibitions... and yes!

before e'er she catches... her breath he snatches it back .
and he is... tainting and tasting her delicious victuals
from below the waist... to the nape of neck.

and she... spreads legs until the gush of pussy pours
along with the active ports of the active lactation of this immortal mystic meditation.

and with the import of... lick... and rub...
and suck he plugs... all of what rises up and falls
against her trembling cheeks.

and she is so lost... so tossed in the waves
these of ripples between... her pleasure and her pain
caught in the space between... her laughter and her cries.

and he tends to her every sigh
in the assemblage of her lifted thighs... as he tweaks her
great divide... with the clipped nipples of her thoughts... to peak

he the... top of her subterranean beauty... and she
the bottom... of his Beast.

Pantherion Speaks through Prime Scribes with Petale Fatale © 2013

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from ALL HALLOWS (Erotic Tales of Old Souls told in the Horrific) vol I, released October 31, 2014
Pantherion Prime & Petale Fatale ALL vocals

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Pantherion Prime Riverside, California

Pantherion Prime is a pen name of mine...

it is an dentity... a personality that I use to scribe...
and describe the spiritually erotic notions and annotations
of my works in esotericeand rotic poetry.

I AM a multi-disciplinary artist who creates through sculptures through
poetry and music that could... and would reflect
the very essence of me... as a matriarchal man.
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