arousing
this cloud is a thousand miles from land
tickling the human stem
whats left of adventure
holds the burning logs
the phases of arousal
balanced on the moments
we open ourselves to ourselves
flesh becomes a calculation
Speeding down the road
streetlights humming arousal
sensation has manifested
early sun of lawn
I am born
the phases of the season
sex in it's energetic cycle
the patterns and heroglyphs of savage sex there
speeding into shorter days
confusing those supremely deceptive emotions
hunger arousal desperation
quiet in the flesh
loud and exposed on the road
until the mind has no more restrictions
a strange internal redlight district
cross addiction jewellry for confidence
seek the milk of desire
arousal on earth
alive once here in all strain
in all spent energy
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