I navigate through ether
As cotton
Brushes against my membrane.
My eyes dart about,
Scanning the skin of their protectors.
Sensors lock into a dream.
This chimera concocts a conglomeration of kaleidoscopic carnality.
All of the nerves in my skin become alert.
I feel eroticism from the brushing of my mane
Against the back of my neck.
From jewelry embracing limbs.
From fibers fornicating with my follicles
And penetrating my pores.
From the oxygen filling my orifices.
Though covered,
One may view the messages
My torso spells out
Through cardiac rhythms.
It beats in a universal language
That can be understood by all peoples.
My heart beats out:
Willkommen!
Bienvenue!
Ba'ruch ha'ba!
Marchaban!
Bienvenido!
Benvenuto!
Dobro pozhalovat'!
Kalos orísate!
Bem-vindo!
Welkom!
Huanying!
Youkoso!
Many will respond.
Few will truly be able to answer my circulatory sermons.
Stroll on.
Glide towards my horizontal chamber,
Respond to my respiratory rhymes with little pretense.
I long to feel you
Towering over the bones.
Unveil your face from your hair and your sweat
And press into my sternum with all your might,
Yet leave room for a gentle stroke.
In moments of passion,
The rubbing of a stick against a stone
Can ignite an inferno
That will last for days,
Reminiscent of a Jewish miracle.
Let's surrender underneath these azure plains,
Intertwining the waves existing between our collective sight.
Our rods and cones contort,
And we build rainbows between chakras.
I want our valves to be fused.
Our blood attracted between our ribs
Never bleeding,
But always being pumped
So symbiotic states succeed secreting satisfaction.
Know that we shall imbibe the spirits
Rolling through our craniums like aerobically inclined hamsters.
Realize that as I turn it on and bring you the power,
Your outlet will conserve my energy.
We form a circuit,
Linked between latex insulation.
I unleash the furor of my pelvic percussions.
Thumping and slapping and knocking and banging and booming.
I invoke sounds
Random and varying in tempo.
I release a guttural yelp
As liquid electricity jolts out of the plug and into the insulation.
I sink into the springs
As I wake up to the sounds
Of distortion and delay.
The stars glow
Metamorphosing from ivory to saffron to beryl
Plummeting into translucency.
As I rise,
I can still feel the tension of muscles.
The sensation of a breeze against my skin
Renders the follicles and pores raw and tender.
I pinch myself
To ensure consciousness,
And walk into the rain unclothed.

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