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Danger
August 22, 2014
The danger is in the mind
as you lay your seeds
deep within its depth
fill me up with each syllable
walk away
as I drive insanely
hair flying out the window
escaping in my chariot
takes me a few minutes
to adjust my internal senses
after you leave me
breathless
heart pounding
knees ultimately too weak
to walk
and of course
it’s all in my mind
fermenting
between erotic love scenes
sex acts of our dreams
and you want me to stay
but I will be torn in pieces
if I do
even worse
I welcome the poison
that comforts my sex
as I drive straight
into your torturous mind
and see we are not
so different after all.
Christina Strigas
Comments:
7
[ Smiles ] Another great poem!
Wow thanks you’re spoiling me!
[ Smiles ] You are welcome and you deserve to be spoilt, Chrissy!
A marvellous metaphorical mind monologue that races to its conclusion of connectivity. Fine work Chrissy.
Thanks so much Mike for your marvellous remark. I have to admit it is a monologue.
wow oh so true
Thank you for reading. Humbled.