Explicit – Festival King

It happened somewhere in the red light district….

A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red light

Wondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisce

Like delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages laced

The sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations raced

As though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lake

His very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her net

Caution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desire

Finally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wings

Tortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend

A photograph taken of the Red Light District i... — A photograph taken of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. It is also known as the “Wallen”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A one time offer

One night of romance
permit we share,
in heated passion
our bodies bare

Picture this:

Muttered verses
but actions clear,
unspoken I love you’s
hanging thick in the air

Bursts of energy,
violent release,
waves of passion,
and a final ease.

A picture, epic
two bodies entwined,
dawn approaching…

… Have you made up your mind?

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Sex’s Soul

If sex has a soul
then you and I have found it;

If it were a state,
then we have wondered its hills
and tasted of its fountains.

If sex was a vine
then we have drank of its sweet wine;
If it were a race
then we have reached the finish line;

We have danced to its glorious song,
that sweet rapture
that has taken us through the night long.

Sex’s soul!
A cauldron of heat and fire.
It bursts forth as sweat, smell and screams;
born of man’s desire!

We have found its place,
not many seen,
and have visited over and over,
as many lovers been.

And as we reach journey’s end of “you”and “I”,
sex’s soul is lost for an instant,
until each with new love re-visit it;
We embark on new flights,
to climb its many hills
and drink of its fountains;

…To find the soul of sex.