I am descending
where the darkness
mingles with conspiracy
Mystery.
am wet
pulsing, warm
Ready.
I am pushed
cold stone touching
a moulding back
Waiting.
The eyes, they are bright
I have seen the animal
smelt the fear
Felt the desire
The waiting changes
into osculation
Not enough.
Never enough.
Touch the madness
shape me like melted
elements which threaten
to burn.The darkness can turn
into light
the madness ebbs away
But my eyes smoulder
The release must wait
For another day.
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