A Rush

A rush,
hush,
only sound is breath...
breathing,
heaving,
sighing,
crying,
out in pains of joy,
tongues flick,
licorice,
lick a clit,
this is it,
xxxplicit,
I I'm implicit,
in it,
so deep,
deep throat,
a deep quote,
deep into,
creep in through,
underground lairs,
where we've found layers,
of buried emotions,
overflowing into owing,
each other an orgasmic state,
that has no patience, can't wait,
a right now generation,
that lacks appreciation,
for everything and everyone,
except for each other,
so tell me where you run,
when you've run out of favors,
fck it,
I don't want to know,
we fck quick,
then we have to go,
back to the world that hates us,
wait, it's much worse than hate,
totally negates us,
I'd rather it rape us,
than misplace us,
I hate us,
but I love you,
you are my drug,
you are my addiction,
and I'm addicted to the pains affliction,
insane, feels like fiction,
no jurisdiction,
just this dick, come,
all over your face,
all over the place,
what a mess,
I'm a mess,
your a mess,
so let's confess,
that we were lost when we found each other,
now we've found each other,
in lust,
a rush,
hush,
only sound is breath...

---Adam Amor; '300 Girls: A True Love Story'