The cold deep dark of solitude
Is pushed back by imagination’s sun.
The lust bud within me begins to bloom
While urgencies of need
Flood the fibers of my feeble being.
Cajoled by the memory of yesterday’s caress
And the promise of tomorrow’s kiss
I plunge headfirst into the depths of his waiting passion
Where fleshes rub and sweats mingle
And the warmth of his spewed essence
Sings the chorus of the song that I hum.
But when the melody ultimately fades
It snatches the light with it forlornly
And slinks behind the horizon of sensuality
As the black of loneliness reclaims its haughty throne.
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