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THE KISS of the ADDER

from ITS ON by Pantherion Prime

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From the poem written by Pantherion Prime originally named I WOULD EVEN and subtitled THE KISS of the ADDER written January 8, 2013 at 9:19am.

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THE KISS of the ADDER

I would even
love you in your twinge of... jealous mood.
gladly
I would even be... the mad
of your reason to be rude to me... the fall of your brood
like luther... "never too much" for a dude like me.

you see...

I would be he...
the only one yet... fit to feed... on the... darker parts
that be in the whole of you.
the fruit of you... the soul of you.
I would be he
who would squeeze... every little bit of it... from the tweak
and tether of you.

bind you up in the succulant... of you... with the ropes
of the dope in your lobes...
of the lode lines of my seduction.
I'd eat the pulp of it too
and suck on the bulk and chew of this
its erotically evocative brew.
take my bite of you
to the point in you... that leads... to the bone of its chalky dry.

yeah... I'd be that guy!

I would kiss the fang
of your adder with my
bladder full.
my kiss the pull of the trigger.
a little sting of the bumble bee... to be my high... to chase.
there where lies the nectar's taste ... of your bitter sweet.

and I... will keep your secret (shhhh!)
let seep in its black ecstasy.... 'til meets
face to face with thee... in the... waist deep
of the me into the freak in you.
the secret treasure of the shipwrecked you
the fore-sail that drips from the pulsing bloodlets
of the embodiment of your violently
boiling and beating heart.

I would suckle every droplet... every part
of the passionate parts of the wickedness... of your
poisonous spit.
I... sampling it like a prize... for my toil.
I... knowing full well without a doubt
that it is I... that with ALL my flaws...
the raze of raw... that has been the cause of it.

I would easily
sublimate the seeds of its essence in the fire pit,
transform the venom in it
by my art... by my part
seemingly like an alchemist.
take the steam of you to burn these elements
into this dream that... precedes the... incredulous in deeds
of a passionate... breed of... state of mind.

the place
where there... I'd find me
in the best... and in the worst parts of lovely you.
and I would be your beautiful and your ugly.
I would be your dutiful
gnash of teeth... between the clenched sheets
of cloven hooves... the feet of your horny goat
calves perfectly tied and ankles pressed against
the spread of cheek.

I would be the fisting of your pride
I would be the... night tide of a
reversible cloak of gloating.... my verse overshadowing
the mount of you.
I would be
the holder of the harness that pulled taut...
becums the hoarseness in the throat of you...

I would be
the goad
that in you the bad of the awful good to go through
the highs of this rocky hill of climb.
I would be the
increase in you... of the magnify... of my name.

between your lips... and thighs.
I would be the shame
of your naked exposed and...
released in the hold... of... the... fisted fragile
whispers of my intensify.
I... the sly manufacturer
of the fractured screams of...

why...
why...
why...
why...

why...

why...
why...
why...


I would have
my flow... strung to the bow
of your serpentine... my shaft to fly.
I would have you
stripped and flogged.
filled and filed with the supine feelings
of my triumphant entry.
I would have you see
the doubling of me
in my divine... and devilish presence.

I an impish terror.
a pit bull terrier tearing into your flesh.
I would give you the helter skelter
of my flickering tongue
give the homelessness
of your succubi... the luck of my tents... my shelter.

I would have your slither living in...
and up... and down my spine... I tingling...
until in the... mingling of you... with me...
I would be... the crumbling of my beast to
sundry shivers.

I would be the battering ram of pleasure
the splatter of puncture
wounds on skin... in trembling's mesh... these
ever gathered together
in countless quivers of divers arrows
that... love knows will level the low of everything.

my assault on your inhibitions
leaving nothing but me
to be received... in the red bleed of breathlessly.

to the best of my ability
I would fuck the taste of of hypocrisy
from your crimson mouth
and drool them out from mine
in such scribes.
I would love... the bitter truths of them... to the root of them.

I would drink from you
the harmonic of the demonic and the divine.
the blueberry wine
in the elixir of your malignant
the product of solicitous touch
in ductless glands.
I would be a salivatory salvation
of the damned in it.

I would..
impregnate it... with the full spill
of my wild and willful pungent stench.
I would...
pinch and punish it so that its
territory is marked in the
deep sweep of swollen pussy
this heat in me... in... of the heart of me
imparted... to the own of you.

the dead of me so dearly departed
like no other man. I would be alive instead
even in the face...
of the contrition... of your spite.

I would have you play a song on the pipe of pan
for the hand of you syrinx... my woodland nymph.
and it is there on a tree stump I would write
to right all wrongs... yes... I think
I would... love you to the brink...
of always love you.

there.... in the steep incline
of my ecstatic... for you... the emphatic of this fact
that yes... I would even love you.
my guilty in the
the committal of these crimes
that make you... love... me... too
as I... and only I... ever can
and do.

the emancipation of my sensitive soul... emaciated
jagged even.
yes... the hate of
you... in the throw of your venom in it
I would even... love to overstand.

I would even
love you in your twinge of... jealous mood.
gladly
I would even be the mad
of your reason to be rude to me... the fall of your brood
like luther... "never too much" for a dude like me.

yeah... I'd be that guy.

Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2015

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from ITS ON, track released March 23, 2015
ALL spoken word vocals by Pantherion Prime. Remix done at PRIME Time Studios Pomona CA. Contains Blockhead''s trip hop instrumental CARNIVORES UNITE.

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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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