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For The Sunday Girl. A little bit of erotically-charged envisioning.
I want you to suffer from my withdrawal.
feeling lost inside.
the throbbing glide denied
until you demand your next fix
with wicked smile and earnest guile
to lure me again, willingly,
to flood your veins with the my alchemy.
my base metal turned to gold as you hold
me deep, hungry for the rush, the flush
that leaves a deep and satisfying aftertaste
in both our mouths, evidence
that it was more for you than another pill.
another sip of the nectar of forbidden fruit
that made your muscles ache and, awake,
made you walk in the land of dreams,
allowing me to taste you, to waste you.
not on carnival sideshow rides
but the full, merged and surged encouraged
purging purpose for which, even now,
I dream of in wicked prick'd metaphor
of an injection of my crude fluid
inside you to elevate your thigh's high
to a dance of fire and desire sated.
only for the moment.
I want to be your drug, your addiction.
the friction of our flesh meshing messages
to our ancient brains, caught between moments
of civilized conduct that reassure us
that this is more than mere white blood
and the maddening taste of jasmine tea.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
The City of Legends
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Very erotic, and agree with Vickie's comments.
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|ohhh...this is charged William!
erotic and lusty
and also the play on words & phrases which grab hold
of my attention as I was seeing heroin adicts at one moment
& then a split second later....lovers climaxing
the rush of fervent need and penetrations pulsing
Tea spiked with Jack Daniels & Fresh Lemons
William F DeVault