01-22-2015, 01:48 AM
The belly of Isis
Carries many things
Dead seeds, the eggs of life
Remnants of the unconcieved
She took a drink from many a boy's pitcher
They watched in pleasure
As She wrapped her cerise lips around the spout
Drawing out that warm milky elixir
The milk of life is what She craves the most
She sips until all that remains of them are ghosts
Hollowed lovers
She stores her essence in their shells
Mildewed minds from her nectar
Decaying from the aroma
The mouth of Isis
Sends many men into a coma
Carries many things
Dead seeds, the eggs of life
Remnants of the unconcieved
She took a drink from many a boy's pitcher
They watched in pleasure
As She wrapped her cerise lips around the spout
Drawing out that warm milky elixir
The milk of life is what She craves the most
She sips until all that remains of them are ghosts
Hollowed lovers
She stores her essence in their shells
Mildewed minds from her nectar
Decaying from the aroma
The mouth of Isis
Sends many men into a coma