feralities (erotic)

The Poet requested that I start the week with any of his more erotic works, "for the benefit of Miladay Jaz", so here it is.

feralities (erotic)

I press my lips against your flesh
and follow soon, with hips that mesh
and match and mold and find my hold
with hands well eager to feel your curves.

the passion, it transcends the nerves,
and desire fires thought and act
and to your touch I well react,
to serve my purpose to your needs.

and, high aloft, like windblown seeds
we find our place within a cloud
and restrained urges burst aloud,
articulated feralities.

tell me the words you want to hear
and at which point you dare to fear
the loss of self to merg'd souls
in coals that burn to new degree.

and I in you, and you with me,
are tangled, mangled, wild and free,
within our sphere of heated skins
who knows what will from what begins.

the instant turns to moment spent
then hours without wild relent.
shall we ascend another tier
and whisper from a vanished sphere?

of what we left behind to fade,
like litter from a passed parade,
in celebration of our finds
of join'd flesh and join'd minds?

I want to feel your full release
to follow with your gentle peace
and find that I might penetrate
in every sense, your precious gates.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.