ObservationMask of the Madonna / Mask of the Whore
The carnality - heaps of salty skin, tangled flesh. Most indulged hidden behind saintly masks. I, brazen, accepted it for my nature. The horns, the hooves, the spread legs. Even masked, my horns protruded.
I danced unapologetically naked, grunting muffled praises to the lust of creation.
Warm waves, heaving breath subsided, my body turned soft. Desire, became a seed.
A faint heartbeat. A swollen belly.
Expectant, I awaited my own Luci.0.1639%
