Hi all. I wrote this one mostly for the ladies out there, but anyone can enjoy it. Here's some prose poetry I concocted, experimental and free-forming apart from a quick edit afterwards. It’s about… metaphysical conception, passion, and rebirth mostly… but it’s also quite “steamy” in an odd way. I like it, anyway, especially the second part. :) Check it out…








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Genesis

I

I lit the spark, a dark shine of mind that became purple-infernal flames in an eternal inferno. Sperm flows into mingling sacred seeds and beads of sweat slide over contours as I contort and transport my source along thoughts. It’s once more on course, this remorseless force that no law distorts, freely yours. Wars that were fought were aborted for the Genesis that forms and the energy that storms. Next I spawn a swooping swarm that comes forth between two lightning-forks - not to destroy but to let you enjoy the very centre of this new beginning, molten, soft and golden.

It will hold you.

(…allow it to trickle/bare with butterflies that tickle…)

It will draw you in.

II

A night sea ripples with moonlit silver like intermingling sex essences of the caressed goddesses.

The eyes, the smile, and an invisible touch - soft and cool like melting ice-cream in this burning heat between. We dream under one brilliant beam, under which silky skin streams and steams thin shapes of twisting snakes. Awake, we shake, soaked but within our reverie still. If I could instil it and spill it for you, I’d create a potion with just a dose of my passion and devotion, a bottomless ocean of unwinding emotions, as if for a gift trying to un-weave and redesign a rainbow.

The sound of rain slows into an ecstatic scream and the delude turns to fresh steam on my brow.

This… is how the Genesis begins.

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