What strange madness
That makes me contemplate the end
Making me seek a path to oblivion
Release
The transformation
Passing from one state to the next
From a world of loneliness
To a place of bliss
From cries of ecstasy in the deep of night
To the soft stillness in the dead of dawn
I yearn for it
My soul cries out for it
I must have it
I must pass away in your embrace
I must give up the ghost of frustration
Yield my spirit in orgasmic union
It can not be soon enough
I count the days until our coming together
Trembling in anticipation
I close my eyes
And I see you approach
I touch myself
And feel your fingers across space
I stiffen
And your moisture feels so close
I inhale
And the aroma of your pussy teases me
I open my mouth
And I almost taste you
That is how I count the nights
Cruel anticipation of release
As the sands of the hourglass flow
Time and desire lead me to you
Where each night we will find
Death in each others arms
Only to be reborn with each new day
Like many of my poems, this one comes with a photo, but at the last minute I decided to post it without illustration. While I love the photo, I guess it's not as essential as some of my other poems so I'll avoid the risk of making anyone... uncomfortable ;-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé
Poem and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.