It was a deep dark energy. A pulse. Thick, heavy pulses; radiating between bodies.
Magnetism, a primitive attraction. So carnal in nature, so rooted within the primal psyche.
The air was straining, the gap was treacherous to bridge and far too untamed.
Tension gathers until it touches the tip of the tongue, taste buds overloaded, it is a rich,
overwhelming taste, yet it left you quietly seeking more.
Desire. The urges threaten to swallow you whole, teasing you
with the
threatening riptide
that is this
feeling.
Pulling against the rope
dragging you in,
struggling with the strangling grip,
face only somewhat off-color,
eyes only rolling on occasion.
You can take it.
Until you are
overtaken by the mounting wave, swept away
as it crashes upon you, drowning your senses…
oh but how you relish in its wake
It's hit or miss in these raging waters, you make it
or you don't,
and no one ever knows if you'll end up
a floater like so many others.
Not until you're found bloated or bare *****
only then are they certain,
and how condescending
in the way they shake their heads
and announce that they knew where, “you lied all along“
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
It was a deep dark energy. A pulse. Thick, heavy pulses; radiating between bodies.
Magnetism, a primitive attraction. So carnal in nature, so rooted within the primal psyche.
The air was straining, the gap was treacherous to bridge and far too untamed.
Tension gathers until it touches the tip of the tongue, taste buds overloaded, it is a rich,
overwhelming taste, yet it left you quietly seeking more.
Desire. The urges threaten to swallow you whole, teasing you
with the
threatening riptide
that is this
feeling.
Pulling against the rope
dragging you in,
struggling with the strangling grip,
face only somewhat off-color,
eyes only rolling on occasion.
You can take it.
Until you are
overtaken by the mounting wave, swept away
as it crashes upon you, drowning your senses…
oh but how you relish in its wake
It's hit or miss in these raging waters, you make it
or you don't,
and no one ever knows if you'll end up
a floater like so many others.
Not until you're found bloated or bare *****
only then are they certain,
and how condescending
in the way they shake their heads
and announce that they knew where, “you lied all along“