....BURNT SACRIFICE...

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Here I am betrothed to your soul,
Burnt by your fiery abyss...
Confused inside my head and wanting more,
I relent to offer you, my burnt sacrifice...
Enveloped in your exstatic essence,
Enraptured by your honesty,
Fantasy has become the sanity i seek,
My reality is tainted by pure surrealism...
Accept my burnt offering given in faith,
Torch the unquenchable flame,
That burns your name: emblazoned by your touch...
Enticed by thoughts of feelings under my skin,
Wrap me in your web, and drown me into you,
Your lair is my domain...

RHONDA LAMOURE "also Mine" Bold - 16 years, 5 months, 21 days ago

hmmm...no judgements!...human or otherwise..lmao

............robotic interlude...................
Standing solidly and excreting a mutated form of desire the two menacing machines stood with each waiting for the intimidation of mentality to fade. His stalwart stance and finely shaped exterior only made the inevitable into an uncontrollable frenzy of apperception. With a seemingly graceful movement it was not long before the two destined souls began their journey into an apparent dream.
Beneath both their shining breastplates lay a human heart, beating with an enlightened desire of conquest. Deny not the holy human perception of resistance and desire. Exending fully a mesh of thought and order, the corrosive act of flirtation took on a whole new atmospheric meaning during the designation of position.
Unconcievably precise using generations of forethougt the aura
of raw sexuality enveloped the
free standing souls about to engage in a lifes dream. His
bioinic mutations integmated her thin metal sheath causing a thunderous roar which enveloped the stale fertile air. Aluminous glow howled from within their raging entities. Fire and ice fused into one while the two machines continued the process.
When all had been completed there stood two scientific realities left to culminate on a new plane of existence. As the beginning of continuance into futuristic fantasy solidly eroded the connections between so called mental faculties. The futile crutches of societies vices never bore derisive action or response until... only the new found humanity within the souls of the progressive machines begot a series of unanswerable questions. Moving on through the planes of time only becomes burdensome when applied to the factual concepts of love....
RHONDA LAMOURE "also Mine" Bold - 16 years, 5 months, 24 days ago