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The Game
The sobriety of your love receptacle
amazed me out of my pending orgasm
The stiffness of your shapely back
sent cold shudders down my pulsating self
maddened like a starved bull
drunk on your musk
my empowered efforts were met
with vigorous stoicism
The hung air smelt of rebellion
and a generous share of pheromones
The signs showed otherwise
when the truth emerged
my hands tried in vain to measure the depth
the high tides tantalized
my submerged self
the azure brilliance seeped thru me
as my blue veins fetched hope by decree
but the lock withheld
the answers were hidden
disguise got the better of desire
and intellect feasted on the animal
capricious life and cruel game of love
will stretch on beyond us
skin or no skin.
amazed me out of my pending orgasm
The stiffness of your shapely back
sent cold shudders down my pulsating self
maddened like a starved bull
drunk on your musk
my empowered efforts were met
with vigorous stoicism
The hung air smelt of rebellion
and a generous share of pheromones
The signs showed otherwise
when the truth emerged
my hands tried in vain to measure the depth
the high tides tantalized
my submerged self
the azure brilliance seeped thru me
as my blue veins fetched hope by decree
but the lock withheld
the answers were hidden
disguise got the better of desire
and intellect feasted on the animal
capricious life and cruel game of love
will stretch on beyond us
skin or no skin.
Published 13th Nov 2011
| Edited 2nd Jun 2012
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13th Nov 2011 1:58pm
you withdrew from giving yourself fully. Good write, Whitewand, O' poet. Pyaara.
13th Nov 2011 2:05pm
