I lie awake, intoxicated by its venom,
As it flows through my veins to cripple my adolescent innocence.
I can feel my blood moving steadfastly,
Like a convicted river destined to marry the Atlantic
Alas, the hairs on my skin now stand, restless;
Exposing my skin to the stubborn wind chills that precede Summer.
Here I am, struggling to breathe,
For my lungs keep propelling gusts of sexual pleasure.
And my heart echoes this storm as it pounds to the sounds of my wailing orgasm−
The first born child of my weakened senses.
Now my mind bears the stains of your infinite presence,
Causing my thoughts to weave nothing but Lust.
Never, have I felt this true……
