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the profoundness of ache
how can i convey the current
the rush of electrons through my wire
the amplitude of my need
often mistaken for the selfishness of pleasure
the claws of want
the devouring of erotic talismans
fermenting in the male belly
this is not what i mean
unresolved arousal
arousal without end
is an offering
a wafer of sacrifice
to enjoy slowly upon the tongue of a relishing witness
it is a succumbing of the organism of self
to hum and quake without relief
to squash thought
into the crevices of deep mines
that fill darkened caverns
with the moans of prey
persistent
till one aches
with erupting reptilian impulse
a mind cage without escape
an oubliette
a dungeon of never
till time crawls naked
to the tip of stilettos
prancing joyfully
with the staccato of forgetfulness
and the sadistic caress of absence
swallowing the perpetual answer of ‘no’
the rush of electrons through my wire
the amplitude of my need
often mistaken for the selfishness of pleasure
the claws of want
the devouring of erotic talismans
fermenting in the male belly
this is not what i mean
unresolved arousal
arousal without end
is an offering
a wafer of sacrifice
to enjoy slowly upon the tongue of a relishing witness
it is a succumbing of the organism of self
to hum and quake without relief
to squash thought
into the crevices of deep mines
that fill darkened caverns
with the moans of prey
persistent
till one aches
with erupting reptilian impulse
a mind cage without escape
an oubliette
a dungeon of never
till time crawls naked
to the tip of stilettos
prancing joyfully
with the staccato of forgetfulness
and the sadistic caress of absence
swallowing the perpetual answer of ‘no’
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