- Erotic Poetry
- Contending
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Desiring this for ages,
We knew tonight was right .
Agreed. Committed. Fighting.
We took up positions
Facing each other.
Nude. Hungry. Circling.
We wanted each other's
DEFEAT.
Intent. Focused. Gripping.
First you grabbed me.
Then I caught you.
Primal. Engaged. Exchanging.
Our egos fight too, not
Just our bodies.
Trapped. Seized. Escaping.
Finally WHAM we hit the ground.
The impact stuns one of us.
On top, in Control. Pouncing.
The battle goes on for hours.
Our fighting spirits persist.
Savage. Animalistic. Dominating.
Eventually, spent, we tire.
But then somehow go on.
Exhausted. Determined. Punishing.
Finally one man's ego seals the deal.
Twisting that leg in the air to submission.
Cries. Taps. Exhilarating.
Victory arrives and so to does defeat.
Ownership ensues and so to does servitude.
Humiliation. Worship. Surrendering.
The stakes are now enjoyed
Declared before our match.
Darkness falls. Celebration. Feasting.
At the end, you hurt so good
It was more than you imagined.
Violated. Enjoyed. Worshipping.
You eagerly await the chance
To earn defeat again.
Heaven. Daydreaming. Longing.
We will meet again in
Full unrestrained combat.
Challenged. Fulfilled. Contending.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous8 months agoThis is a remarkably intense poem, powerfully depicting the primal feelings of men who crave physical combat that ends in total, sensual satisfaction. It builds from the beginning of the match to the end very effectively with intense, gripping words. For anyone who sees himself in this world, this is a striking and effective evocation of the feelings and balance of power.
