Explosively Sweet and Spontaneous
What can I say, how can I say it?
I know, but I know not much
I remember, but I remember not all
I wasn’t confused only engrossed
I didn’t go mental just intoxicated
a delusional reality and practical evidence not believed
yet, too delicious to simply forget and ignore.
The staged madness, acted fight
the dirty talks, voracious confrontations
the tearing of clothes, rushing of body parts
the intensity’s stampede and lustful acceleration
combine to create a ring of fire
accepting the action of an erotic volcano.
The mind is still in shock
and words stuck in a hanging elevator.
aggression hardly mingles with sweetness
raging fire not a familiarity to beauty
but reverse is the case in such a master class
as the whole of nature stands still
to prepare the honours of our sexual manifestations.
Creating air squeezing sounds from my lips on her meaty flesh
from toe to knee in a famished fashion
while my hands plough her thighs
way up to her chest’s body guards
propagate deep mourns of her susceptible acceptance
transferred to the curiosity of my weapon.
and the majesty of such an erotic presence
is added by the oily friction of both skins.
All muscles in their hundreds are at work
it’s incomprehensible to know the brain isn’t in command
all charges are at their peak
iIt’s unimaginable to know the electricity wasn’t felt
climax is reached, sweat and panting noticed
but are well deserved awards
of a sweet play governed by the rules of violence.
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