
death in prurience came
swift and wanted this morn’
like at its most heightened
moment of pure concupiscence
waking with a hard-on that
sticks proud of the body
shapes the softness of my
pajamas like a mound that
has grown proud out front.
your hands are never still
thanks for small wonders
you love my ways of
prurience
you kiss my cock to turn
me into solid rock
into the warm pulsating shaft
that spikes your body
in this rite
we do so lovingly
subscribe to daily.
this ritual that became
a religion for us
we follow in all depth
with all desires
in pure lustful transformation
that turn us into ecstatic
saints as we do nail each
other with
bittersweet and painful
poundings
to this cross
of orgasmic screams.
i hold you close and
shake with you in the
aftermath of shock-like
lust and pour all my love
all my tenderness
into you
like a disciple of the
master
like a disciple or an
adoring follower of
the rabbi :
jesus of nazareth.
so much i love and adore
you and i feel your love
like a tremor flooding thro
my loins as you kiss me
hug me intimately in your
genuflect adoration
your lips you place in a
long and ardent kiss on my
head that now swollen lies
warm embedded in the
moving womb of
your mouth.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.
canto libidos in sequence/ eros like a religion.
cantos libidos in sequence/ eros like a religion.