Hidden Pleasures
Hidden Pleasures"
......now breathe.....
"A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing. "
But since I 'was drinking'
I 'was'...thinking about you...
and allowing this agog appetite for things I fight
( albeit not so successfully )
brew me and stew me into
an asseverated
recondited reality.
Intoxicated, maybe
under estimated and...a bit out of focus,
most frustrated, lady, and hyper stimulated...
(heaven for-fend)
But is it by the thighs before me,
the task before me or the high hidden
inside this forbidden bottle
that hermetical hands pour for me
Even I'm smart enough to know
liquor only makes it quicker
for what's already within...to grow
and no one has sense enough
to arrest from me th
Determined not to let this state
get the best of me...
or destroy the rest of me
at least...that is not what she'd like anyway...
So...I will relent to let the darkness feed
this need..to feed the slow flow
of sensual erection
erecting in that direction
perpendicular to the center of me.
Detection..detection...de..tection
an annoying toying with me
boiling in me
Trouble is toiling in me
as fate boldly calls asunder
the thunder
and rumble in your voice
and choice words...a token
of appreciation for me
......
sinking
in a bevy of masturbated
agitated
coagulated
gratification
Oh...no..I smell the smote
of heated scent-infested female anatomy.
A mixture of flowers and blooms
and coos and calls
echoing off walls
and slithers like adder
arduously eating to get fatter
Moving in....closer
hands following the trail of my nose...
the tickle under my touch...almost too much
licking my fingers
Energies co-mingle
as parts of me tingle
and as it gets wetter
and wetter
it gets fatter
and fatter
and fatter
until
I couldn't see it
but I knew it
I could hear it
I could taste it
It touched me
I touched it
..................
I could feel it
I didn't need to see....these hidden pleasures
spilling
all
over
me
'Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong.
No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there
first, and is waiting for it."
Not seeing you but sensing you
Not present....but touching you
and knowing you want to touch me too
Smelling you with the heart strings..wanting things
that presence dreams
Tasting you...with the excitement
that only per-du passion can bring
"The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly. "
slowly beginning to like how I sink and sip
and trip on the possibility
of the actuality of the fac..u..ality
that you're standing...right here
"right here" in front of me...
I see you adumbered in my space
but you're veiled...withheld from my face
Wanting to think...it's not just this drink
but that I am fairly intelligent enough
to know this is just a mirage,
a mental massage barraging me
rather than you fidgeting
while exhibiting an innate desire of me
I know..it's just the fire in me.
coupled with the rush of another
impalpable fantasy filled with fluid fungibility
contributed by the overflowing of the knowing
that you couldn't be this close
this quiescent in your presents for me...
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