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Veni Vidi Vici: A Poem

For your eyes were set upon me
Antelope for the lion's mouth
Prey that had no choice
But to succumb to little deaths
Electric blue was the energy
Upon first sight
The hunger consumes the hunter
Anticipation thick like fog
A seductive haze filled aura
You saw...

You entered me
Body and soul
Tongue fanning flames
Hands gripping aroused flesh
Swollen femininity and engorged manhood
Meet at a secret dwelling space
Arrive together in a cloud
Sweat becomes nourishment
Sweet relief. Prize rewarded
For no real reason other than lust
Beats pulsate but no music plays
A trance becomes erotic dance
Thrust into an orbit
Salty tears signal arrival
To a destination only you could navigate..
you...came

And once it was over
It's back to normal
As if it was all nocturnal emission
No use for love
No use for it
The quest narrative
The migration piece
Complete with denoumount
The action of rising and falling hips
Breathing has stopped
The novel complete
You're done with fantasy
Reality loses its luster
Nothing left to say but ...
You conquered.


These words should be the last you utter to me.

Comments

  1. Wow, that was deep. Something so intense and intimate shared, and to end on such a somber, even cold, note. But that's real!

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  2. yeah..sometimes love and intimacy ends in a very frigid way *shrug*

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