It comes in waves
Heavy and harsh
Thoughts boil my flesh
False but fluid guides the hand
Blood leads to the region I wish to remain untouched
But resistance is more easily quoted than done
An assertive pragmatist with a passion for education, poetry, wild life, music, truth and humanity's improvement.
longing, morning-wood, Poetry, resistance, sexuality
November 12, 2016 at 07:05
This is beautifully done and very clever.
November 12, 2016 at 07:16
Kosmogonic, thank you for the kind words. The work was inspired by a conversation between a close friend and myself. I’m happy it’s created some traction. Please continue reading!
November 12, 2016 at 07:55
Such a clever wordsmith! You write about sex in its many forms so eloquently, but you never use obvious terms to describe it. Very inspired. Probably difficult todo.
November 12, 2016 at 08:01
I’m a fan of subtle nuances. I’ve been pretty vulgar before though.
November 12, 2016 at 09:00
Omg, man really liked that!!! Masturbation is good… in waves 😝. Lol.
November 12, 2016 at 12:02
Kenneth, thank you for reading and sharing your opinion. Please, read more.
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