Surrender
By Paul B
Surrender to earthen pleasure Supple bodied joy of human delight Let sense, not reason, hold your center And sweet touch of delicate light Be the beacon of your measure “Grasp me”, she cried, “Sate my thirst”, “For sweet blood and sweet love” “My body shatters in your explosive curse” “And little death, the peaceful dove” “Descends on me in silent mirth.” We gave ourselves in outward joy To the opium smoke of our sensual lust Sensation conquered reason coy As bodies melded in potent thrust And the crush of flesh pressed loin She screamed at pleasure’s crest And engulfed me whole Deep I fell in her womanhood Where sensation crowned my moment’s soul Sweet pain! Sweet flame! I burned bright in pleasure lowThe final pleasure and the ultimate retreat Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 08:39 PM PST 0 • 16
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