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Mar 2014
My body subdues to the infatuation;
as a rising tide of heat enfolds over me,
and my heart beat chases the rolling stones
rolling down hill...
faster and faster...
down they go

Guided by my hormones
, like the barbarian I claim not to be
every last bit of sophistication
...of self control
burning
burning away to a mere pile
of ashes and dust
,where a once-great border
separated me  from common man

Irrational thought guide my hand
and cloud my allegedly strong
, but also human,
immunity to impulse...
impulse that is now
pulsing through my body
,burning in my veins
,disintegrating my morals

My hips move awkwardly
and frantically
as if caging in a raging animal
...
my toes curl in violent spasms
and my legs kick against the cold, tile wall
but the cold against my bare back
and the soles of my feet
only stimulate the tingling
sensation of electricity over my skin
...
Impure thoughts dance around in my head
twerking around the neurons
breaking down my sense of purity
like a wrecking ball set loose on a  church
...
This is what it feels like to live in the moment
to forget emotion and responsibility
, the sensual redemption of crude passion
to indulge the souls darkest desires!!
And even though the conscience
tugs and screams at the edges of your perception
you ignore the tiny voice
with the knowing that this is great
this is here
this is NOW
this is the guy that won't date me
or the girl that doesn't notice me
this is the relationship I desire so badly

OH GOD!!

my back arches high
forcing the breath out of me
in grunts and moans
THIS IS FEELING
and even though
"I might burn in Hell for this

well...
-at least I'll have fed the
screaming hunger inside"
, I think as I lay drenched in sweat

-BUT
I'd rather be burning
than frozen and desolate
like the sophisticated man I claim to be
So this is a controversial subject, I know... but as an aspiring poet I try to make use of artistic honesty to tell the tale society doesn't want to hear...
This is a sketch of basic thought and human indulgences and I hope you appreciate the crude recount on one of nature's biggest gifts!! enjoy ;)

PS. Don't read too much into the word me... along with references to male or female ****** preferences, this is to make the subject of the poem more universal!!
Pieter Andries Christiaan
Written by
Pieter Andries Christiaan  Bloemfontein
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