poem: twenty-four play

IMG_5096Arms intertwined in a web of honey;
Legs unfolding, succumbing
To invitations of pleasure;
The dew of life drips
Into the vat of my tongue;
I spiral upwards into
A dizzying ecstasy;
Tongues intertwined
Sizzling like hot butter;
The volcanic heat erupts,
My thoughts spiral downward
Into the chamber of my spirit;
The snug walls of my desire
Contract with longing;
Midnight approaches
Twenty-four o’clock;
Playtime is over;
Enter my world. 

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