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Her Seat
Her Seat
Lost in psychedelic trance
The pink neon
Of her posterior
Is slick with sweaty angst
Ready for my rush upon her feathers
A sirocco crashing ashore
Gritty with the dust of ages
Until her rosy pigment
Douses my retina with dawn light
When the aurora of her cosmic pillows
Is born to the precipice of eternity
Her whimper keeps me at bay
for precious seconds
Until I play a spirited rondo
On the seat of her jouissance
Lost in psychedelic trance
The pink neon
Of her posterior
Is slick with sweaty angst
Ready for my rush upon her feathers
A sirocco crashing ashore
Gritty with the dust of ages
Until her rosy pigment
Douses my retina with dawn light
When the aurora of her cosmic pillows
Is born to the precipice of eternity
Her whimper keeps me at bay
for precious seconds
Until I play a spirited rondo
On the seat of her jouissance
Published 16th Sep 2022
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16th Sep 2022 7:53am
I can't stop the shivers of awareness and my imagination going into overtime, when reading this... over and over... It's a visceral and almost tangible experience, my lovely.
Btw, jouissance = instant goosebumps.
Oh sigh...
Otherworldly read.
🌹 💙
-Susan
Btw, jouissance = instant goosebumps.
Oh sigh...
Otherworldly read.
🌹 💙
-Susan
Susan, I am in personal heaven after reading your reflection on my words.I feel the dance of your heart with mine in a waltz that puts me in total dream joy. Having been read by you over and over to feel my poem in a visceral and almost tangible way makes my year. My darling lovely eliciting your jouissance is my ultimate ecstasy as a writer and friend. Merci beaucoup mi amor for the RL.
You fulfill me in every way,
John
You fulfill me in every way,
John
