Sunday, October 02, 2005

Desire’s ration

A pressurized cylinder
Of lust waits

With baited breath for breasts
To envelop the sensitive extremities
And quell the sensitive soul’s insecurities

Warm and moist
The opening waits
And baits

A libido’s contemplation
And masturbation
Widen a confusion
Of frustration and bliss

They coexist

Conversation halts fornication
As if to feed desire its ration
That leaves it hungry for more where none has been