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TO RISE AND EAT

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From the original poem by Pantherion ,TO RISE AND EAT written June 21, 2014 · Edited for this recording to fit the groove in 2015·

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TO RISE AND EAT

blessed be... the feet of she
who presents her self
at the round table of my banquet.
blessed be... the hand of thee
the one that... serves me
the one... who prepares my feast.
she but a shadow of silhouette of
sweet meat and spirits... a dark chocolate
intoxicant.... she.

ah! but what it... means to me
what it... means to me
so sweet...
leaves me a... wee bit... teary-eyed
but I... not grieving
I so darkly happy
I so... sweetly melancholy
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

I so... totally tantalized
my wanton eyes fixed for a while
for of a truth.... they in the
sizzle of her middle... so
uncivilly... yet... and still... so civilized
my mother's little gentleman
my manners intact at the dinner table
still I messy
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

aye! my eyes turning
thoughts burning... as I see the
swivel of her hips
to have her... voice so clearly near me
the endear of me
is to have these ears of mine
and this mind of mine
right there... right there
burning... just to hear it.
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

and she looks
and smells
and tastes to me... like a spill of wine
like the eat... of my
lovely bread of sustenance
for which I...
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

she feels like... to like
the tender hooks
of the lamb's raw mutton...
her loins... that I... so totally
a glutton for
so that... every now and then
the high and low to then
that later... go strung high up
above the flick of fire... for eye
to see...so good to me.
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

so... emotionally, spiritually, intellectually
so flavorful packed with pungent of
the potent of her liquid kisses
she the unguent
of my dietary supplement
she my panacea... active in the
healing of my ills she is
my... reason why
I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

so vital in ALL she is to me... the
piecing dart of my sharpest teeth
upon the rounding of my tongue.
and her flesh! oh her flesh let it be
stilled in stealthy skills!
as comes the predator me!

no disclaimer to be named here
I the claimer of the just fresh kill...
that ink bleeds the 3rd letter
edition of the secrets of her red elixir... she
the fixative to my gluten
she the deliciously seditious fix
I carefully... glue to me.

we be the confederates against ALL
the faulty governments
we the libertines and licentious beings
that off-set the mauling of
the false prophets that would starve me.
they who would if they could
carve from me the arms of my true
one and only... they plot to
take my queen... and never
ever let us thus be free.

can you not see that it is she
who chooses to be bound to me?
completely whole is she that one that
alchemically be to me... the music
of my muse the only worthy food known
yet to soothe the troubles of... my soul.

the kind of food that I eat with
glad tidings through
eyes and nose before I dare to
bear the touch and taste of her barest
and her rarest places of her skin.

her appeal hidden in my peel of them
layer by layer to the expose of them
the minions of a maximum of a million of
these unmasqued eyes without a face... in my flay
that play in and of ALL of her ecstasy.

and I find in her a depth of character... the
assume of a perfumed scent that
flows through clothes in the beginning
then sends a fragrant caress of buds
only grown once to become
deflowered in the end... they
indeed then seeded
twice by my vice and
thrice... by my virtue thus again.

the kind of food that... peek-a-boos
in the dark... my close in and of
my eyes thrown on the
cleavage of her breast
a solemn oath that I speak
in hopeful eyes and vows for
open thighs to see.

the marriage of me... that lives
in these partitions of her cheeks
and what is this but a little bit of the
why nots and what nots
and indeed that whole lot of
of other things indeed that
were not knotted so tightly

these toys that joy of the
frightful Beast in me
this freak that
doth with her... what he wills
and loves to lay her and
play with her
from the initial hour of the day
to the very last ray before night.

an elaborate entree of her
lust for me displayed as
hors d'oeuvre the most
delectably delicate dish... that
was made here just for me.

my palate styled and
stayed in the culinary arts
that are imparted of her
wayward whorish ways...
her bawdy laughter that lauds
empties me... 'til I devoid of hesitation.

so I dig in and I devour her
for she still the Lady of the Easter eateries
and although it is yet twilight dark... she still
what be to me that tumescent touch of me
she the breed of the insanity the morning
the in between and during
before and well e'en after
the hours of the main meal of my feast...

I thus the victor become the victim of his
victuals of lust to eat!
and I see no need of no one to save me
or make me leftovers
no one yet able take me drunken away from
the spread of this happily dead man
at her her table to die for... for I
m yet hung and yet hung over in her love.

fit to be tied to such as is the belch of
her exotic seasoning on my livid and lisping
liquored breath
yea! she the fine dine of her experience
my wants and needs that slaves me to the
marriage of til at last death... do us part.

makes the master me... that monster P
to thus crave unto and cleave into
these sweet deserts of such perfect
heartfelt dirty words...

I reminded of
the parting and the suck of lips within
the tartest of her treats.
titties and clit bouncing round
the moon light of my tongue
and as I thrust in her my every lead
I trust indeed her... cries are mine
and I must insist you see
that too... her whine is mine...

I the soul possessor
of that vapor... that escapes her breath
I the captor and the captive.

the professor of her emeritus
passively passed of as an actor.

the taper of that one who wishes
herself to be eaten... and desires
to have her virginity taken
as much as I am wanting to eat
and be eaten of her.

and though to no avail she
blows a little smoke to
throw me off the trail... I so
obsessive and ALL ware... ALL ways
in the mind of her frame
in words and name... am there

that lyric... write there is but a
spell bind of line that pours out of
my mouth before me
here in an intoxicant just like wine.

my incline of ear and lips to the listen and to
the utter of... a guttural word
but a visceral audio-visual of the swell of her invoke

a thing that I gorge me on until I damn near
choke upon the border of just knowing.
that path that I can follow...

the one that allows the flowing drips from the
mem'ry slips of me... to her... she my prey and I
will ALL ways find it right away... for it
really is just me... the dust right there at her running feet

when I am ahungered and I lust
when am I so thirsty for her
this food and drink of her I seek to so partake of her
ambrosia sweet... an erotically thought filled gourd
or goblet of curses beneath her blood curdling
screeches and her screams.

a misty mixture steeped in the elixir of her wet world
and it is my desire that I yet might delight in this
this bliss this kiss of crimson that I get at the very first
sight in line of her.

my promise willed within this fulfill of my villainous
and wicked impulse in me to rise... and eat.

blessed be.

I to but rise now here... and eat!
I to but rise now here... and eat!

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014

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from ITS ON, track released March 30, 2015

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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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