"ruttish" poems
Disturbed sleep leads me to a
Neurotic daytime, to
Chaotic thoughts
of
****** nightmares, me and a being
Exotic sights, reality disturbed
Hypnotic states
of
Scintillating salacious
Wanton ness, night after night
a heavy weight upon my chest
of
rough hands and
Growls of need
Ruttish, sluttish behaviour
descending into
Lustful need of fulfilment.
This hypnotic state is not as
Wonderful as it sounds
The fear is overridden by
the orgiastic events,
but the knowing of its return
night after night
descends into madness and fear.
How do you escape the unseen ?
How do you stop wanting the feelings it provokes?
How do you stop you? and your stormy need?
Your base desires are feeding this demon
This demon is feeding you.
To break free, the route is simple
Don't be there when he comes.
Go to the river, wash the sin clean,
Sleep in the river's depth.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
i lust insist
tense under ruttish restraint and expectation
trussed
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC