Unveiling the Dark Embrace: G. S. Katz’s Poem That Swallows You Alive
Ever wonder what it feels like to be utterly consumed by a force both fierce and tender—a vixen not just in spirit but in raw, unfiltered essence? This poem doesn’t just whisper sweet nothings; it claws through facades, tearing down walls like a storm of craving and possession. I find myself caught in its whirlwind, where every line peels back layers, exposing the undercurrents of desire and vulnerability. It’s poetry that defies stillness—motion that devours, owning every dense, tender moment. Can words really devour us whole? Or is it just the way we let them inhabit our every breath? Dive in and see if you’re ready to be undone.
This is poetry in motion
This is vixen at her best
Consuming me
Making me her own
Owning my density
Ripping away my masks
Exposing me to her cravings
And devouring me whole
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