| Though others beg my indulgence, flaunting a poor excuse for temptation, I would rather want him from afar, drown myself in the liquid of his absence sit stuck in traffic oozing sticky heat on a seat of plush velour immersed in visions of bronzed sculptures erected in my honor swell like overripe fruit when his mental strokes touch me there, take me there freshly juiced at his command leaving droplets to stain his lips conjure him deep within flesh never kissed by sun�s rays surrender inside to this simple friction that becomes our souls� fusion listen between his sighs to songs of we, until voices of longing are quieted by our joining channel his soft, fluid violence through my own fingertips possessed by his vibe mystically connected to his scribe I would rather want him exclusively, desperately from afar. His absence is more than any presence could ever hope to be. RLT �2002 |
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