Tingle

Shivers awash,
awake and aware.
Your look, sir,
-captured elegance,
refined arrogance
sharpened to the sticking point.
Pierce me through, let the blood spurt cold;
my ego will love you all the same.
A helical dance
-cycle through
and spiral down
(oh, alas).
Pretension and pretense
mired in flesh,
that silky smooth razor touch,
throbbing pulse and thundering heart,
voice like velvet along the spine,
flashing green fire of wicked intent,
serpentine smile of secrets
riding on the mind's pedestal
- a blatant standard of impossibility
with colors known all too well.
Savage hunger masked with innocence
And a feral look into the night.
Forever and ever.
Amen.




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