- Erotic Poetry
- Invocation of the Bitch
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Click hereMuscles tighten, blood pounds
Heated flush grips my brain
My body preparing
To
Take you
Within tight grasp, firm grip
Upon gentle flesh, embrace
Your body as I swaddle your spirit
With my own, with the lust
You inspire, my body already
Rising to the occasion
Pervasion
Invasion
The core of the matter
Penetration
Deferred, delayed, even displayed
As your heat grows within my hands,
My grip, my bonds set upon you
Fanning your lust, pulling from you
Animal rut that ignites the infernos
Deep within my belly, my loins, my brain
Blazing as the beast comes to my call,
My bitch invoked, summoned
Baptized by honey'd waters flowing
From heated, gaping spring
Come to me, owned and owning
Entering the den of the wolf
Beckoning between glistening thighs
Announced by bestial howls, moans
Human no longer, lost in prehistory
And the primeval ocean
That crashes upon us
And leaves us gasping
Submerged without drowning
Gasping for air
Identity lost in the primal ooze
That explodes from within
Cementing us, creating one beast
From two, merging
Dissolved in the holy waters of creation
- COMMENTS
trismegistusover 14 years agoAuthorI've thought about the prior comment over the nearly two years since the poem was released and the comment was posted. I've decided that it's time to respond. In fact, the "bitch" in question considered this poem a testament to the sexual power set free between us and to the glory of the sexual bond in general. For us, the terms "bitch" and "slut" are terms of praise, because we treasure the sexual heat of which they speak. (By the way, we also consider the "bitch" in question to be my wolf, and a female wolf is, in fact, a bitch.) And, yes, I was aiming for the shape of an ancient fertility fetish, such as one to Ashtarte, in reference to the primitive nature of sexual heat, desire, and bond.
Anonymousabout 16 years agoIs that a silhouette of the 'bitch' you were playing with?
A poet AND a painter!
