One is Never too Old
to experience the pure bliss
of a sultry kiss. Warm wind blows her hair
in your face; your arms are wrapped tight
as a python around her waist. You taste milk
and honey from her ******* Your
chest is rising, a hot kernel in a frying pan
that in a second is about to expand. As maracas,
shake, shake. Your toes curl as if they’re striped
ribbon candy that looks as hand blown-glass
from Christmas’s past. The hairs in your ears
tickle. The sound of them rubbing together is
loud as a train whistle. This is joy in its most simplistic
way. This is ecstasy on a rainy day. It’s
fireworks in the snow. It’s a diaphanous, crystal
maze. You’ll shiver; you’ll quake. You’ll
implode. You’ll take to the blood-orange sky
as a raptor and delve in thunderous rapture. And
as you pass out in a luminous field you’ll smell jasmine
and sweet clover at your heels.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
One is Never too Old
to experience the pure bliss
of a sultry kiss. Warm wind blows her hair
in your face; your arms are wrapped tight
as a python around her waist. You taste milk
and honey from her ******* Your
chest is rising, a hot kernel in a frying pan
that in a second is about to expand. As maracas,
shake, shake. Your toes curl as if they’re striped
ribbon candy that looks as hand blown-glass
from Christmas’s past. The hairs in your ears
tickle. The sound of them rubbing together is
loud as a train whistle. This is joy in its most simplistic
way. This is ecstasy on a rainy day. It’s
fireworks in the snow. It’s a diaphanous, crystal
maze. You’ll shiver; you’ll quake. You’ll
implode. You’ll take to the blood-orange sky
as a raptor and delve in thunderous rapture. And
as you pass out in a luminous field you’ll smell jasmine
and sweet clover at your heels.
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