Fetal the most understood
Helix life’s most complex
Gravity everyone’s enemy
Spinal wave of balance
Woman the sexiest of curves
Hairpin turns, nightmare or biggest thrill
Corkscrew/Spiral girlish locks or a wine bottles favorite key
Orb the sun, the moon, the beautiful eyes looking back
Extreme like…
Times like these are when you push back
Arch, fight to straighten
Weight like global pressure
Shoulders rounded by the days task
Wanting to stand tall like a ships mast
It must be the change in the weather
Maybe even the surge of a right of passage, either way, the feeling leaves me breathless
The stirring in my loins
The need nearly carnial, the way your body craves iron
Yummy steak
Ooh the ache
I would nearly consider myself a nympho, if only I didn’t practice such discipline in denial of self, if nothing else
I deny myself sexual gratification
Until there’s nothing but my primitive self
Seduction is truly you’re state of mind
Tonight it is found in sound
Eyes on fire, blue foundation
Blaring from my phone
Blood surging through my veins looking at my man like an appetizer after a long fast, praying tonight he makes it last
Feeling in sync
Not wanting to blink, wanting to ride the wave, loving rushing memories, breathing in the musk
Deftones in my ears brimming with lust
The tiny metamorphosis that is the carnial change that is us
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