Brutal Wings Beat
A Torrid Affair
Sweat beads
Hair clings
Arms wrapping tight
clinging through the sweltering night
forbidden lust shadowing
over pearl white
Scruples pull
Insecurities tug
Sweetness releasing
Silence resounding
Awkwardness inside forever pounding.
Fevers burn and Chills wrack
Lust Clouds and Fogs
No turning back
Moans give way to tears
Then tension fraught air
In A moment of Weakness
Hormones bind
Like friendship of the falsest mind
With a cry
Bondage dissolves
A silence of the Loudest kind
Coming to being
before cleared eyes
Rippling out
The stone is thrown
The die cast
Tears fall and Loss resumes as Time takes past
A sweltering room
Steamed air
A moment of pleasure
A lifetime of pain
The worst being
No one but self to blame
No
A hard word to say
But worth the effort
To avoid such pain
A Torrid Affair
A blasphemous rite
For shivers of delight which climb the spine
Quickly take leave given a moments time
Breath Will Calm
Shakes Will Stop
But give in to Passion
And you'll fall hard from the top
Heat and Steam
Feeling so nice
Always prepare for the turn
from intense pleasure
To pain, loss, and spite
No Torrid Affair
Is worth such a risk
Take Heed not chances
And Ignore the warmth
For it is too much to lose
for a simple ride upon a "disco stick".
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