Thursday, October 9, 2014


Primal itch,
Tickling imagination
With aroused retina’s
Distended from desire
For blended body parts
Captured in salacious seconds

Craving, calibrated
In a centisecond
Reality bent with
Resourceful risk
To conform with
Imagining’s fantasy

We embrace with a smile
Fondling our phantoms
Caressing and climaxing
We pass,
Into the concreteness
Of reality

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