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SOLITARY ECSTASY
(A repost)
Tick...tick...tick
the mantle clock
punctuates my solitude
droplets of life
plummeting down the drain
Sitting lost
in the romantic
labyrinth of her poetry
steeped in the sensuality
of each erotic phrase
every syllable
a passionate kiss
words combine
to make palpable
her voluptuous
naked form
soft, smooth skin
undulating breasts
womanly scented
hot -house flower
its sweet taste
lingering on my lips
each petal electrified
by my fingertips
My loins tingle
presage of my inevitable
mammalian growth
with every verb
I am planted deeper inside
magma begins it’s rise
until tick..tick..tick
droplets of me
beat my time
Tick...tick...tick
the mantle clock
punctuates my solitude
droplets of life
plummeting down the drain
Sitting lost
in the romantic
labyrinth of her poetry
steeped in the sensuality
of each erotic phrase
every syllable
a passionate kiss
words combine
to make palpable
her voluptuous
naked form
soft, smooth skin
undulating breasts
womanly scented
hot -house flower
its sweet taste
lingering on my lips
each petal electrified
by my fingertips
My loins tingle
presage of my inevitable
mammalian growth
with every verb
I am planted deeper inside
magma begins it’s rise
until tick..tick..tick
droplets of me
beat my time
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