the enticing fever

The Enticing Fever


Yet in blinding famished state
An erratic inkling surfaces
So clashing and unforseen
While in the pinacle of greed, the middle of eager nourishment

Motion, Depth, Hue
stream from distinction
my perception virtually impaired

senses deactivate
detaching themselves like the flakes of dead skin
disassociating

bewildered, starving, terrifyied, raging, curious and lustful!!!
Hit with the most powerful force of the rapacious prime of his species- alpha- t
kills with no mercy, hunts with no fear, makes love with no inhibitions.

Proclaimed commander
Eagar to wrestle, determined to engage
To dash devour and seize!
I catch a flitter of unhinged adventure

The Essence? The Birth?
In the intertwines of my mind, there lies his orgin
And though i bore him, am his creator,
He betrayed me, reigning free...
liberated, motionful, fledging and feasting through the feverish forest
Prowling in seduction

Let my human silohette take spontaneous shape to the beast I bore

As I engage in such feverant tides
As I escalate to the pinacle of unseen
Of flying sensations
Ever nearing
My threatning climax

Devouring any little piquant morcel
Clinging to the minor antidote offered
A fight and cling - sucking for venom

A hot daze and-
Evolved into some ravishing hideonic creature
just vying to reach my high!
Unstopabley feeding from something so vital
Yet fully knowing of its fatal toxictity

utterly seductive and conivingly stimulating
a horrid torturing tease
frivouslously sucking up the juice,temptation increasing-- i form traceable goosebumps!

i ceased form and swallowed life whole.
the compulsion raging and fledging into full force
where im so vividly enraptured in the heat and flesh and nirvana of my own self i am able to pull myself up to somewhere higher

the kick (punch?) claims its gusto!
not one ounce of matter, contridicting my lush introgressions
moisture brewing and churning
like a violet nirvana postion (or poisen?) intended for mankind
... its growinggg....
...opaquely increasinggg
....i tremor--
heat rate sky rockets (soars?)
i must
i must
I MUST!

now. in the wild arrays of unaltered, burning, torrid, zesty passion
i am a wild, savage beast!
eagerly sucking an extinct rare nectar...through a thin straw

hands, twitch uncontrollabley,
legs are raw and pinkish, sprinkled with bright red circles of oozing blood,
and my bodies drenched in a sort of primital, passionate sweat
amped flesh stings
when lashed by the air of the atmosphere
void of all surface layer for protection
dripping with burning sweat and ferociously trembling

CONtinue! CONTINue! CONTINUE!

im conductor in the orgasmic orchestra.
the beaming massive fire entouched (exploding) in impeccable detail-
the crests, the nooks, the slivices, the crannys, all in excruciating detail

i grasp my buoyant humid (hot?) flesh, with such vigor and sultriness, it alarms whatever state of concencouisness is left
Ravishly quivering in the unparalleled plefora (platform? elevated?)
it pains me intensely- the air piercing! Yet-
i have ceased the reigns, and am now propelled by an egotal force to keep digging, hunting wildly
i just crave blood. i want to make (cut? slice?) the sting deeper

once i reached that point of blurred ammunition- once i begin to ascend into the nebulous, hazy clouds.
ebullient gusto, when i get to that state of ardent fury,
and i am so completely absoborded,
lurid and crude and belligerently sexual
evokes an animal like instinct for ?
something so magnetic and lucrative it is impossible to pull away! ?
the chavisted sacred V- that same deep dark (black) sparkle.
en-capturing and enticing yet wildly dangerous

And in a tumultuous funnel all winds down to a pause (pulse?)
A dizzying bedlam declines soothes the furious pace to a halt
An unpigmented, implicit, interlude
free of contamination

all i am aware of is the recovering pace of my heart,
the flushed blood circulating through this organism I call "I"
everything is just melted down into one festering hedonistic cauldron

i see slices of aftermath through vetinamese blinds
of the deeply orchestrated, detailed reveries
a mid summer nights dream
delusion

fury of the challenge simmers down,
and eases to that unknowing, uncomfortable, unsure phase
of ?

Catching an edge of something material- reflection
my hair is matted and damp
Pressed, sealed on my forehead
in rebellious, delicate tangles and twirls.

my skin, flushed to a lively florescent pink,
and every single vein visible-
translucent, tender,
like i underwent an allergic reaction
I see the blood pumping through each thin vein.



DISTASTE

they eyed me
like i was the sold black mark on their clean white lives.

i was the pungent distraught culprit spreading feces to their sanitary exhisistances.
they saw me and knew i must be terminated immieditley

it impossible for me to even fathom withdrawl- when in the midst of their tight unflexible grasp!