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A Rush of Lust
A Rush of Lust
I was caught in an orgasmic rush of Lust
that burned my soul into ashened dust.
It gripped like a current plummeting within
as blood cells roasted in sizzling sin.
Hot images flipped thru my mind like pages.
Nerve endings fired their synaptic rages.
Breath was shortened ‘til there was hardly none
as I gasped for air in each Love stunned lung!
My veins expanded for blood in and out.
Nostrils flared for the oxygen drought.
My pores burst open to release the sweat
that would cool the body’s pulsing jets.
My temperature felt like a hundred and seven
where convulsions occur enroute to Love heaven.
I was spellbound caught in this majestic rapture
that all men and women must yield to capture.
Being caught just once is all that’s needed
to prime this yearning with a need to feed it.
And such appetite urge of sacred distinction
is Man fighting back from the edge of extinction
on an arc of passion burning far and wide
that bends towards peace when its fire subsides
to wait in the high grass for that pelvic thrust
from the pounce of the panther in a rush of Lust.
Whew!
Namyh
I was caught in an orgasmic rush of Lust
that burned my soul into ashened dust.
It gripped like a current plummeting within
as blood cells roasted in sizzling sin.
Hot images flipped thru my mind like pages.
Nerve endings fired their synaptic rages.
Breath was shortened ‘til there was hardly none
as I gasped for air in each Love stunned lung!
My veins expanded for blood in and out.
Nostrils flared for the oxygen drought.
My pores burst open to release the sweat
that would cool the body’s pulsing jets.
My temperature felt like a hundred and seven
where convulsions occur enroute to Love heaven.
I was spellbound caught in this majestic rapture
that all men and women must yield to capture.
Being caught just once is all that’s needed
to prime this yearning with a need to feed it.
And such appetite urge of sacred distinction
is Man fighting back from the edge of extinction
on an arc of passion burning far and wide
that bends towards peace when its fire subsides
to wait in the high grass for that pelvic thrust
from the pounce of the panther in a rush of Lust.
Whew!
Namyh
Published 21st Feb 2024
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21st Feb 2024 4:18pm
WOW! A+ This so, so on target...a real UP creator and sustainer. Thanks for sharing. Hugs and peace, Oral
1st Mar 2024 2:06am
The Oralizer - I hope temps flew up reading this work so as to prove that a light bulb isn’t the only thing that can glow. Mighty happy this poetic arrow found a target in you. Now I feel proud being a “sustainer.” Thanks O. Namyh
26th Feb 2024 8:48pm
Love the rhymes in this! It made me feel very sensual and the words definitely speak to me ✨
3rd Mar 2024 8:50pm
KinkWizard - No poet of worth stands taller or thrusts a chest out further than when words of a created work inject a feeling of "very sensual" and the author becomes a fan. Thanks KW. Namyh
20th Nov 2024 3:52pm
KinkWizard - No poet of worth stands taller or thrusts a chest out further than when words of a created work inject a feeling of "very sensual" and the author becomes a fan. Thanks KW. Namyh
