A TIME OF PASSION

This then is the season of madness,
of thoughts trammelled by a fierce firestorm of evocative emotions... 
A time of darkness lit only by the pearlescent light of the moon, 
when lust becomes reason, 
and reason is lost within a sea of billowing fog, 
waves of tactile sensations inundating the mind with the stimulus of an arousing urgency, 
body lashed to the yoke of hedonistic fantasies, 
of dark desires risen like the erotic phantasm of dreams
dreams which haunt the flesh with a debauched decadence of licentious need, 
of senses stimulated to the brink of a deep satisfying sexual release… 
The sensuous caress of inflamed passions...
Engorged...
by the naked hunger of inhibitions shed under the sultry kiss of the night,  
a silken bed of intemperance, 
soft upon the flesh, 
quickening the blood with the seeds of a ravenous hunger,
a hunger which can only be sated within the sybaritic embrace…. 
within the lush velvet bower of the womb, 
closed tight as a fist upon the swelling tumescence of the iniquitous yearnings which flush the body with a blossoming rose of carnal delight… 
The madness of pleasures ghosting through the beat of the striated heart, 
of evocative emotions infecting the spirit of the soul,
a salacious vibrancy like stars coalescing upon the rounded epicurean breast of the night, 
to part the voluptuous flesh of this beguiling allure, 
and so indulge in the bones of desire which lies buried beneath, 
to allow the infestation of sensual delectation to linger upon the curve of moist lips, 
quivering body of lust laying supine beneath the jaws of wanton enchantment… 
salivation or salvation? 
no longer ours to choose, 
but to surrender to the moment,
becoming one with the night, 
as bodies join in conjugal bliss beneath the pearlescent light of a pregnant moon…


This growing appentency is as a seductive allure, 
a heated arousal, 
opus of dreams like a numinous stream of light... 
A duet... 
Synergy of form, 
an abstract artwork of unsurpassed passion, 
emotions closing in to grip with a silence which speaks volumes... 
It speaks to an animalistic urge which can only be vented within the saturnine gloaming of the night... 
A provocative delectation... 
aphotic river of tenebrous delights, 
making of the soul a velvet-laced bower, 
where the appetites of the flesh is seasoned upon the voluptuous lips of an all consuming passion, 
and marinated in the embracing heat -decadant exhaltation- of our desires.... 
A primal song of concupiscence, 
an aria of opulent light and libertine darkness...
Love and lust... 
Rising like a tumescent star from the deep womb of the night... 
The epicurean caress of the spirit singing a song of bliss through the blood, 
the pulse of the heart beating against ones chest... 
Shiver of desire stroking the body with a gasp of pleasure,
luscious lips scoring lines of rampant fire upon the heightened sensitivity of flesh... 
Surge of ecstacy as the taste... 
the essence of the soul lies sweet upon the tongue of ones ardour...
Madness found in the sweet release of ones passion!!!


Richard 'Poetikz' Burton
01/01/2012