Carnal instincts find hold in flesh (nightly)
Sinking teeth into fleese,
Cluor drawn as sedative,
Sinews strain under immense pressures from hylic euphoria.
Pouring salt from fresh waters under jagged oceanic waves,
Tossing, turning turbines,
Tethered bed-post to flacid prong,
(genophobic nightmares recurring)
Staring mirror looks back at unfamiliarity,
Wet, rabid dogs always take different forms.
"Baisez-moi," speak more to me,
"faites à amour moi l'infront de la cheminée"
Voice so soft and saccharine,
"Make love to me in front of the..."
Hush to whisper a fleeing voice,
Wrapped in lace and daffodils.
Records skip in the background
and flames light curtains with smothered actualization
Bear skin rugs aren't nailed to floorboards,
"Damn rug!"
Pause.Pause.Shift
Tossing, turning turbines,
Tethered love seat to flaccid prong,
(autophobic nightmares recurring)
"Prenez-moi l'amour..."
Hush, speaking at this point detracts.
Pause.Pause.Shift
Mouths agape with climaxed, fading pictures of deja vu.
Wrapped in lace and daffodils, slowly sinned to sleep.
Copyright 2004 D. Corey Sanderson
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