- Erotic Poetry
- It Comes
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Tomorrow
stalks us
sleek and hungry
and hot
We are its prey;
our conflicting desires its blood scent:
the phenomenal –
devouring all else
impossible to surpass
or even again equal
devastating in its perfection;
the sublime –
whetting its appetite for more
and more and still more
addicting in its repletion;
and the just good enough –
making it well worth risk
but not worth repeat
liberating in its extinction.
We cling to fading strength
as it circles, ravenous.
Relentless.
Our cave of will
scant shelter. Vigilance
no longer enough to keep
the inevitable at bay.
It comes.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agoawaiting the morn on the eastern horizon. TK U MLJ LV NV
sassynycabout 16 years agoyou are so very impressive...your phrasing...your wit....
you make words a living entity
LadyJeanneabout 19 years agois devastating in its perfection. And addicting... Thank you, Imp. LJ.
