Discover this (F)

I have been here an age now.
Looking over these gorgeous heights.
The days run into each other as my lusts run onto the sheet.
(Well, it passes time my spending of seed.)
I think of you, as i sit here observing the dust gather in small hollows.
I think of you when the sage husk falls with the days end.
Lucid thoughts and lurid dreams.
Dank and dark and filled with flailing limbs and nail torn thighs.
The blood runs wet like childrens tears.
Listen.
Do you here that sound?
That sound of leather wings as though satan was coming instead of me.
Again?