tripping the wires of desire
Author: The Enigmatic Angel
Filed in: intensity, pleasure, imagery, playit becomes like a drug
the intensity of the moment
you crave it so
you need your fix
you need that explosion inside your mind
and the complete and utter surrender of your flesh
your senses become fire and consumed with the flame of desire
just one spark of the match
and you are gone
consumed by the passion
inside and out
your mouth stretching in that wide round O
not able to contain the wicked shudders shivering through your flesh
not able to contain the indescribable sound of total consuming release
the echoes continue to sound and bounce off in your mind
even after the physical sound is emptied out
until you are emptied out
like a rag doll boneless and rubbery cast aside
after the play is done
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
too much to be contained
and yet you crave more of this
the flesh shaped and molded into a lava white molting sun
a nova crashing
crashing your mind body and soul
until there is nothing left
but the colour
white
the whiteness of it
the whiteness of the never-ending high
it takes you days and days to come down from
the whiteness of the never-ending climax
that goes on and on and on
yes
it’s your drug
it’s your fix
and the moment is not even over
but yet
oh yet
you need the next fix
again and again and again….
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