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CLANDESTINE EUPHORIA

After slamming all the doors

And carefully turning the keys in the locks

Until it was no longer a chore

I shut down the funhouse of my emotions

Blocking out every last physical memory, albeit

They were as timeless as the tides of the oceans

Willingly comatosing my way through the halls of monotony

To the dungeon where I obtained a zombie-like consistency

Flash forward to where I stepped unknowingly

Across a threshold into cubic squares of ecstasy

My very own Narnia of tactile sensuality

Brimming with micro-bursts of energy

Compelling both miniscule fuses and mammoth reactors to rupture

Into just the right mixture of pleasure

Held so lovingly in the tiniest of smiles

Be my judge, my jury, my executioner

For I freely accept my sentence as you convict me

With every embrace of your capable hands

Smoothing, carving, rolling, and chipping away at me

This living, breathing sculptured product of desire

Invoking the cry of “More!”

But it is barely contained by a gag of impropriety

Just as I am writhing immoveable

Beneath these constraints of happenstance

Turning without rhyme are these hands of time

As you turn me gently on the spit, insatiable

Trembling and tinged by the flames of hope reborn

At once holding me captive and setting me free of blame

Who could have envisioned the torturous bliss of this thrilling circumstance?

But no, let’s not forget the other twin powers of sweet arousal

Blessedly ripped and torn

One a shimmering pool of reticence, silence

The other diction of turbulent whispers

Then, like the journey of a feather

You lay me quietly back into my earthly bound existence

Leading us to say a pitifully banal “See ya”

All the while the trinity of my essence

Is infinitely grateful for yet another

Clandestine euphoria