You’re sitting there stirring, quiet but also quaking
Longing as the emotions fracture at the core
Trying to keep decorum without breaking
Fighting the impulse that’s always asking for more
Suddenly you find yourself squirming silently
Like lithe rhythmic writhing riding this tingling down
When cortex and nerve endings pulse violently
Rushing a flood of scenarios where you can drown
And it throbs like bliss, this nethermost vast abyss
Pounding, resounding with every single heartbeat
But these little peccadillos can’t be dismissed
The fire burns so good you pause…and then repeat
The illusion is real, so you yield and concede
Turning the yearning to an addiction to pain
It crosses that fine line where the want becomes need
Churning so hard it can drive anyone insane
But you maintain composure and keep it together
All the while the sensation is earthshaking
Your imagination is never tied or tethered
When bearing the delightful sensation of aching
A phenomenal write Wally
Good to see you again 🙌
Onward
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Thank you Poet. It’s good to be here.
Perfectly penned…
Thank you very much Adira.
You’re very welcome.
Beautifully penned, Wally. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian. I appreciate your comments.
Glad to be here.