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Warning Outside A Shinto Shrine
Lay not your hand upon this stone nor cast
its seal aside to free the spirit hid
beneath its weight: the devil from the past
residing here must not by man be bid
awake again to call boys to her bed.
Enchanting him with satin skin amid
her silken sheets, she'd coax man's eyes and lead
his thirsty lips to lay upon her breast
then suck the fire from out his fogged head
before his panting tongue could taste and test
the gall beneath her sweets; he'd lay replete
with venom plundered from her milky chest.
Let not your fingertips reach out, discreet
and hidden from each watching mortal eye,
to trace a crack where this rock's top may meet
the ground (long wept upon by fertile sky)
for softened sediment is soaked and weak.
Our whispered chants, in time, lose potency
for keeping back the wiles of she whose meek
embrace belies her stomach's subtle aims,
so priests and monks recite their chants each week
to keep the monster sleeping with her whims.
Such means are all we have to hold her fast
lest every man today become her claims.
cool_boy_mew (npub135j…vj4p)
karna :flipflop: :buffsuki: (npub183r…6m7p)
Lay not your hand upon this stone nor cast
its seal aside to free the spirit hid
beneath its weight: the devil from the past
residing here must not by man be bid
awake again to call boys to her bed.
Enchanting him with satin skin amid
her silken sheets, she'd coax man's eyes and lead
his thirsty lips to lay upon her breast
then suck the fire from out his fogged head
before his panting tongue could taste and test
the gall beneath her sweets; he'd lay replete
with venom plundered from her milky chest.
Let not your fingertips reach out, discreet
and hidden from each watching mortal eye,
to trace a crack where this rock's top may meet
the ground (long wept upon by fertile sky)
for softened sediment is soaked and weak.
Our whispered chants, in time, lose potency
for keeping back the wiles of she whose meek
embrace belies her stomach's subtle aims,
so priests and monks recite their chants each week
to keep the monster sleeping with her whims.
Such means are all we have to hold her fast
lest every man today become her claims.
cool_boy_mew (npub135j…vj4p)
karna :flipflop: :buffsuki: (npub183r…6m7p)