Whims, Wielded



Embracing the wild animals

we once were,

in one frantic moment

of abandonment,

casting off our fragile humanity

as we plunge into the depths

of sex, and become

the trusting, disgusting danger

of delight.




The night, tight with the frightening

lightning that lances

flesh and untangles limbs,

our whims, wielded,

you yielded to my

impractical protuberance,

snaked, suckled, coiled, recoiled,

sexual exuberance,







The rage, the release,

I beg,


But you tease, and we quibble,

as I dribble, barely able to breathe,

and I stress as you dress,

and leave.

Bereft, I came and you left.



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