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A Manorgasmic Flood Tide of the Purest Light

  "....His orgasm streamed through his shaft like a ray of pure light. He felt like he was giving birth to a rainbow. For a few moments, he felt ecstatic, drifting in a sea of colours. Then reality abruptly intruded." ~ Madelynne Ellis          
         
         
       
       
       
       
blackness          
Consciousness fading away          
My body losing all control,          
caught up in the seizure of this moment          
Every primal synapse breaking          
The warm creamy floods come          
at the light of early day.....breaking          
         
Feeling as though I am disintegrating              
My mind and body obliterated.......    
caught in a great concussion      
that feels somehow strangely sweet          
an explosion of all my senses          
A swell of ethereal pleasure building          
from the top of my head to the souls of my feet          
         
Losing the battle to maintain lucidity          
my mind screams “faster, faster”          
I grip the serpent tighter          
A strangle hold upon his neck          
I stroke the head of the beast          
harder and harder          
         
Through the wash of waves        
the rush of pleasure          
quaking and quivering rendering          
this king weak in the throes of pending release,         
          
I am haunted by this specter of you.....          
raining down each and every element of this earth          
upon my carnal flesh........          
         
….a nether-worldly incessant tingling          
they burn feverishly inside my soul          
decadent thoughts of you          
and our countless encounters,          
real or otherwise.......I dream          
of a life of loving you deeply,          
making love to you so completely          
in repeated verses.          
         
“No one in the world loves me like you do”          
         
Naked......          
you come bearing precious gifts          
the endless pleasures in the hours to be          
as you lay upon the soft down          
 
You touch me with healing hands...          
         
spiritually, emotionally          
sensually......holistically          
scripted words by delicate fingers         
upon the printed page          
speak to my heart as a gentle song          
sung sweetly          
my baby...          
...your ink amazes me          
captivates          
Connects you and I across galaxies          
Your picture in a crystal frame          
The legacy of your fragrance still remains          
In the moments, oh how I want only you......          
         
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 17th Jan 2014
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