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This love, this soft explosion
Is lit from a soft touch-paper
Which worked a fizzed way to the powder keg.
As do her fingers, in exploration
Work in soft touch, to light the spark
Which flares hot, the passion-fuse of my arousal.
And my world is rocked by flash-floods
My mind, higher than any erupted mountain
As I spew from the sacred fountain
And I love in a frenzy of lust.
Now; I am aware of no other sensation
Than the sliding tongue of manipulation
Reaching in slither-snake fashion to a risen statue.
I offer no resistance or interaction
Feeling back-slanting teeth taking me in
And the volcanic pressure builds up as my eyes close.
At last; in a saturation of loves’ fermentation
I lie shivering, in such sweet spending
The exciting height of a sensual monument is lessened
And I am grounded to my memories of pleasure.
8/6/2005 10:02 am
From the painful..