The purest sexuality is not being
left excited by one’s ******
like a forbidden fruit
or found
in metaphors
via
allusions
of one’s wild
aphrodisiac breath
or resembling it phones/melody
during *********** in the bed;
it is the moment of philias
and events
that leave you finitely burnt from the inside, reforming
you and leaving you anew
for burning again
And humans aren’t its source
they’re just its vessel.
Just like poems kiss knowing:
no lips in flesh will be able to replace them for you.
The same goes with the choice of a human language
till we’re still
here.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
The purest sexuality is not being
left excited by one’s ******
like a forbidden fruit
or found
in metaphors
via
allusions
of one’s wild
aphrodisiac breath
or resembling it phones/melody
during *********** in the bed;
it is the moment of philias
and events
that leave you finitely burnt from the inside, reforming
you and leaving you anew
for burning again
And humans aren’t its source
they’re just its vessel.
Just like poems kiss knowing:
no lips in flesh will be able to replace them for you.
The same goes with the choice of a human language
till we’re still
here.
On relationship with the carnal ceremonies that can transcend only once they let go of the ground and your nervous system pleased constantly. Example being experiencing Arabic in sound in the dark with no one to witness you being decomposed by the tangerine passion within it more than skin's stimulation could give
