Abigor-Cryptopsy

O most luscious cenobite, you wield your whip as though it were another appendage; Favor me with pleasure-pain, rip me with your claws Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets, they blaze with unmatched cruelty Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp, They look stuck in far enough to hurt Hell＇s polyhedron has blessed you Your peerless beauty drips of sin In this time of configuration, blessed order shall prevail Two sides to the war on flesh Leviathan, who can＇t smile, beams Encased in leather as it is, I can＇t drink from your neck It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white: I＇ll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus? I might breach your zippers and open your face I might gag you with an urchin I long to hear a quiet sight escape your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs Love subverted, lust perverted Bitch-goddess Abigor＇s pretty face can mask her suffering Make you worship both her and her needles Subjugate it, perforate it, flesh reordered isflesh of use I now rededicate my life to what Abigor has shown me