Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com
Therapeutic Desires in an Apocalyptic World
“ I just wanna be loved
there's nothing better than love
what in the world
could “I” ever be thinking of........”
Post-script messages
from somewhere inside a pandemic society
pictures dark and gray
Tik-Tok videos made
vignettes reminiscent of a Caligulan play date
Feelin' like I'm loosing my mind
I'm stuck on hard and the damned world
seems so unkind
loosing both the battle and the war
(Lady Liberty being raped, pussy sore,
selling her wares to the world like
a two dollar whore)
how I remember when I could throw
open the sash
fearing not the sable skies
and verticulate winds
naked to the world
awaiting your return
to me, once again........I want your love
I need your........
........Therapy
…....bottles of blue “midnight love potion”
tempting glances across the shores
bordering the vastness of the ocean
and the light shining through the crack
of ancient castle doors
Atlantis speaks to me
can't you and I become desperately
“Drunk In Love”......as brazen as we want to be?
hot, heavy copulation fit for all the world to see?
(the demonstrative mystique and power found in the sessions of
our lustful therapy?)
Tightly gripping, pulling the enormity of my vine,
fingers deep inside your wetness
digital manipulations,
clitoral stimulations.......that twist the synapses of the mind?
Titillation as we both cross the lines between
wet dream and reality
am I wrong for wanting you to “fuck me?”
Forgetting about “the ways of the world”,
a segue to the grandeur, the elements interlude
into “Fantasy”, touching you, touching me
the way we were,
the way things used to be
pre-pandemic musings,
a heavily glazed, warm “Krispy Kreme” dream
decadent and sweet
Therapy......4 you and me
Published 17th Jan 2022
Author's Note
.....the winter storm swoops in, warmth within.......the orange glow of vaccum tubes ushering in "ancient music" from a pre-pandemic time. A temporary aliteration of my sad state of mind........we all need therapy
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 397
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
